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"
Well
,
the
same
thing
she
said
when
we
pulled
her
out
of
the
Box
,
about
things
changing
.
Other
stuff
about
the
Creators
and
how
'
it
all
has
to
end
.
'
And
,
uh
...
"
Clint
looked
at
Thomas
as
if
he
did
n't
want
to
continue
in
his
company
.
"
It
's
okay
--
he
can
hear
whatever
I
hear
,
"
Newt
assured
him
.
"
Well
...
I
ca
n't
make
it
all
out
,
but
...
"
Clint
looked
at
Thomas
again
.
"
She
keeps
saying
his
name
over
and
over
.
"
Thomas
almost
fell
down
at
this
.
Would
the
references
to
him
never
end
?
How
did
he
know
this
girl
?
It
was
like
a
maddening
itch
inside
his
skull
that
would
n't
go
away
.
"
Thanks
,
Clint
,
"
Newt
said
in
what
sounded
to
Thomas
like
an
obvious
dismissal
.
"
Get
us
a
report
of
all
that
,
okay
?
"
"
Will
do
.
"
The
Med-jack
nodded
at
both
of
them
and
left
the
room
.
"
Pull
up
a
chair
,
"
Newt
said
as
he
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
.
Thomas
,
relieved
that
Newt
still
had
n't
erupted
into
accusations
,
grabbed
the
one
from
the
desk
and
placed
it
right
next
to
where
the
girl
's
head
lay
;
he
sat
down
,
leaning
forward
to
look
at
her
face
.
"
Anything
ring
a
bell
?
"
Newt
asked
.
"
Anything
at
all
?
"
Thomas
did
n't
respond
,
kept
looking
,
willing
his
mind
to
break
down
the
memory
barrier
and
seek
out
this
girl
from
his
past
.
He
thought
back
to
those
brief
moments
when
she
'd
opened
her
eyes
right
after
being
pulled
out
of
the
Box
.
