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"
Yeah
,
right
,
"
Chuck
whispered
,
staring
at
the
wooden
steps
in
a
daze
.
With
a
shrug
Thomas
began
climbing
the
stairs
.
Sweat
slicked
his
palms
,
and
he
felt
a
drop
trickle
down
his
temple
.
He
did
not
want
to
go
up
there
.
Newt
,
all
grim
and
solemn
,
was
waiting
for
Thomas
at
the
top
of
the
stairwell
.
They
stood
at
the
opposite
end
of
the
long
,
dark
hallway
from
the
usual
staircase
,
the
one
Thomas
had
climbed
on
his
very
first
day
to
see
Ben
.
The
memory
made
him
queasy
;
he
hoped
Alby
was
completely
healed
from
the
ordeal
so
he
did
n't
have
to
witness
something
like
that
again
--
the
sickly
skin
,
the
veins
,
the
thrashing
.
But
he
expected
the
worst
,
and
braced
himself
.
He
followed
Newt
to
the
second
door
on
the
right
and
watched
as
the
older
boy
knocked
lightly
;
a
moan
sounded
in
reply
.
Newt
pushed
open
the
door
,
the
slight
creak
once
again
reminding
Thomas
of
some
vague
childhood
memory
of
haunted-house
movies
.
There
it
was
again
--
the
smallest
glimpse
at
his
past
.
He
could
remember
movies
,
but
not
the
actors
'
faces
or
with
whom
he
'd
watched
them
.
He
could
remember
theaters
,
but
not
what
any
specific
one
looked
like
.
It
was
impossible
to
explain
how
that
felt
,
even
to
himself
.
Newt
had
stepped
into
the
room
and
was
motioning
for
Thomas
to
follow
.
As
he
entered
,
he
prepared
himself
for
the
horror
that
might
await
.
But
when
his
eyes
lifted
,
all
he
saw
was
a
very
weak-looking
teenage
boy
lying
in
his
bed
,
eyes
closed
.
"
Is
he
asleep
?
"
Thomas
whispered
,
trying
to
avoid
the
real
question
that
had
popped
in
his
mind
:
He
's
not
dead
,
is
he
?
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
Newt
said
quietly
.
He
walked
over
and
sat
in
a
wooden
chair
next
to
the
bed
.
Thomas
took
a
seat
on
the
other
side
.
"
Alby
,
"
Newt
whispered
.
Then
more
loudly
:
"
Alby
.
Chuck
said
you
wanted
to
talk
to
Tommy
.
"
Alby
's
eyes
fluttered
open
--
bloodshot
orbs
that
glistened
in
the
light
.
He
looked
at
Newt
,
then
across
at
Thomas
.
With
a
groan
he
shifted
in
the
bed
and
sat
up
,
his
back
against
the
headboard
.
"
Yeah
,
"
he
muttered
,
a
scratchy
croak
.
"
Chuck
said
you
were
thrashin
'
around
,
acting
like
a
loonie
.
"
Newt
leaned
forward
.
"
What
's
wrong
?
You
still
sick
?
"
