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Alby
's
next
words
came
out
in
a
wheeze
,
as
if
every
one
of
them
would
take
a
week
off
his
life
.
"
Everything
's
...
gon
na
change
...
.
The
girl
...
Thomas
...
I
saw
them
...
"
His
eyelids
flickered
closed
,
then
open
again
;
he
sank
back
to
a
flat
position
on
the
bed
,
stared
at
the
ceiling
.
"
Do
n't
feel
so
good
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
,
you
saw
--
"
Newt
began
.
"
I
wanted
Thomas
!
"
Alby
yelled
,
with
a
sudden
burst
of
energy
that
Thomas
would
've
thought
impossible
a
few
seconds
earlier
.
"
I
did
n't
ask
for
you
,
Newt
!
Thomas
!
I
asked
for
freaking
Thomas
!
"
Newt
looked
up
,
questioned
Thomas
with
a
raising
of
his
eyebrows
.
Thomas
shrugged
,
feeling
sicker
by
the
second
.
What
did
Alby
want
him
for
?
"
Fine
,
ya
grouchy
shuck
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
He
's
right
here
--
talk
to
him
.
"
"
Leave
,
"
Alby
said
,
his
eyes
closed
,
his
breathing
heavy
.
"
No
way
--
I
wan
na
hear
.
"
"
Newt
.
"
A
pause
.
"
Leave
.
Now
.
"
Thomas
felt
incredibly
awkward
,
worried
about
what
Newt
was
thinking
and
dreading
what
Alby
wanted
to
say
to
him
.
"
But
--
"
Newt
protested
.
