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The
words
echoed
in
his
mind
,
touched
his
eardrums
--
he
could
hear
them
.
Yet
they
did
n't
sound
like
they
were
coming
from
the
room
,
from
outside
his
body
.
They
were
literally
,
in
every
way
,
inside
his
mind
.
Tom
,
do
n't
freak
out
on
me
.
He
put
his
hands
up
to
his
ears
,
squeezed
his
eyes
shut
.
It
was
too
strange
;
he
could
n't
bring
his
rational
mind
to
accept
what
was
happening
.
My
memory
's
fading
already
,
Tom
.
I
wo
n't
remember
much
when
I
wake
up
.
We
can
pass
the
Trials
.
It
has
to
end
.
They
sent
me
as
a
trigger
.
Thomas
could
n't
take
it
anymore
.
Ignoring
Newt
's
questions
,
he
stumbled
to
the
door
and
yanked
it
open
,
stepped
into
the
hall
,
ran
.
Down
the
stairs
,
out
the
front
door
,
he
ran
.
But
it
did
nothing
to
shut
her
up
.
Everything
is
going
to
change
,
she
said
.
He
wanted
to
scream
,
run
until
he
could
run
no
more
.
He
made
it
to
the
East
Door
and
sprinted
through
it
,
out
of
the
Glade
.
Kept
going
,
through
corridor
after
corridor
,
deep
into
the
heart
of
the
Maze
,
rules
or
no
rules
.
But
he
still
could
n't
escape
the
voice
.
It
was
you
and
me
,
Tom
.
We
did
this
to
them
.
To
us
.
Thomas
did
n't
stop
until
the
voice
had
gone
for
good
.
It
shocked
him
when
he
realized
he
'd
been
running
for
almost
an
hour
--
the
shadows
of
the
walls
ran
long
toward
the
east
,
and
soon
the
sun
would
set
for
the
night
and
the
Doors
would
close
.
He
had
to
get
back
.
It
only
peripherally
hit
him
then
that
without
thinking
he
'd
recognized
the
direction
and
the
time
.
That
his
instincts
were
strong
.
