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Thomas
.
This
time
he
jumped
from
the
chair
and
scrambled
as
far
from
the
bed
as
possible
,
knocking
over
the
lamp
on
the
table
;
it
landed
with
the
crash
of
broken
glass
.
A
voice
.
A
girl
's
voice
.
Whispery
,
sweet
,
confident
.
He
'd
heard
it
.
He
knew
he
'd
heard
it
.
"
What
's
bloody
wrong
with
you
?
"
Newt
asked
.
Thomas
's
heart
was
racing
.
He
felt
the
thumps
in
his
skull
.
Acid
boiled
in
his
stomach
.
"
She
's
...
she
's
freakin
'
talking
to
me
.
In
my
head
.
She
just
said
my
name
!
"
"
What
?
"
"
I
swear
!
"
The
world
spun
around
him
,
pressed
in
,
crushing
his
mind
.
"
I
'm
...
hearing
her
voice
in
my
head
--
or
something
...
it
's
not
really
a
voice
...
.
"
"
Tommy
,
sit
your
butt
down
What
are
you
bloody
talking
about
?
"
"
Newt
,
I
'm
serious
.
It
's
...
not
really
a
voice
...
but
it
is
.
"
Tom
,
we
're
the
last
ones
.
It
'll
end
soon
.
It
has
to
.
