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Thomas
did
n't
think
that
sounded
very
good
.
Not
good
at
all
.
He
and
Newt
left
the
room
and
softly
closed
the
door
.
Thomas
followed
Newt
as
he
hurried
down
the
stairs
and
out
of
the
Homestead
into
the
bright
light
of
midafternoon
.
Neither
boy
said
a
word
for
a
while
.
For
Thomas
,
things
just
seemed
to
be
getting
worse
and
worse
.
"
Hungry
,
Tommy
?
"
Newt
asked
when
they
were
outside
.
Thomas
could
n't
believe
the
question
.
"
Hungry
?
I
feel
like
puking
after
what
I
just
saw
--
no
,
I
'm
not
hungry
.
"
Newt
only
grinned
.
"
Well
,
I
am
,
ya
shank
.
Let
's
go
look
for
some
leftovers
from
lunch
.
We
need
to
talk
.
"
"
Somehow
I
knew
you
were
going
to
say
something
like
that
.
"
No
matter
what
he
did
,
he
was
becoming
more
and
more
entwined
in
the
dealings
of
the
Glade
.
And
he
was
growing
to
expect
it
.
They
made
their
way
directly
to
the
kitchen
,
where
,
despite
Frypan
's
grumbling
,
they
were
able
to
get
cheese
sandwiches
and
raw
vegetables
.
Thomas
could
n't
ignore
the
way
the
Keeper
of
the
cooks
kept
giving
him
a
weird
look
,
eyes
darting
away
whenever
Thomas
returned
the
stare
.
Something
told
him
this
sort
of
treatment
would
now
be
the
norm
.
For
some
reason
,
he
was
different
from
everyone
else
in
the
Glade
.
He
felt
like
he
'd
lived
an
entire
lifetime
since
awakening
from
his
memory
wipe
,
but
he
'd
only
been
there
a
week
.
The
boys
decided
to
take
their
lunches
to
eat
outside
,
and
a
few
minutes
later
they
found
themselves
at
the
west
wall
,
looking
out
at
the
many
work
activities
going
on
throughout
the
Glade
,
their
backs
up
against
a
spot
of
thick
ivy
.
Thomas
forced
himself
to
eat
;
the
way
things
were
going
,
he
needed
to
make
sure
he
'd
have
strength
to
deal
with
whatever
insane
thing
came
his
way
next
.
