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He
had
to
get
back
.
But
he
did
n't
know
if
he
could
face
her
again
.
The
voice
in
his
head
.
The
strange
things
she
'd
said
.
He
had
no
choice
.
Denying
the
truth
would
solve
nothing
.
And
as
bad
--
as
weird
--
as
the
invasion
of
his
mind
had
been
,
it
beat
another
date
with
the
Grievers
any
day
.
As
he
ran
toward
the
Glade
,
he
learned
a
lot
about
himself
.
Without
meaning
to
or
realizing
it
,
he
'd
pictured
in
his
mind
his
exact
route
through
the
Maze
as
he
escaped
the
voice
.
Not
once
did
he
falter
on
his
return
,
turning
left
and
right
and
running
down
long
corridors
in
reverse
of
the
way
he
had
come
.
He
knew
what
it
meant
.
Minho
had
been
right
.
Soon
,
Thomas
would
be
the
best
Runner
.
The
second
thing
he
learned
about
himself
,
as
if
the
night
in
the
Maze
had
n't
proved
it
already
,
was
that
his
body
was
in
perfect
shape
.
Just
a
day
earlier
he
'd
been
at
the
end
of
his
strength
and
sore
from
top
to
bottom
.
He
'd
recovered
quickly
,
and
ran
now
with
almost
no
effort
,
despite
nearing
the
end
of
his
second
hour
of
running
.
It
did
n't
take
a
math
genius
to
calculate
that
his
speed
and
time
combined
meant
he
'd
run
roughly
half
a
marathon
by
the
time
he
returned
to
the
Glade
.
Never
before
had
the
sheer
size
of
the
Maze
truly
hit
him
.
Miles
and
miles
and
miles
.
With
its
walls
that
moved
,
every
night
,
he
finally
understood
why
the
Maze
was
so
hard
to
solve
.
He
'd
doubted
it
until
now
,
wondered
how
the
Runners
could
be
so
inept
.
On
he
ran
,
left
and
right
,
straight
,
on
and
on
.
By
the
time
he
'd
crossed
the
threshold
into
the
Glade
,
the
Doors
were
only
minutes
away
from
closing
for
the
night
.
Exhausted
,
he
headed
straight
for
the
Deadheads
,
went
deep
into
the
forest
until
he
reached
the
spot
where
the
trees
crowded
against
the
southwest
corner
.
More
than
anything
,
he
wanted
to
be
alone
.
When
he
could
hear
only
the
sounds
of
distant
Glader
conversations
,
as
well
as
faint
echoes
of
bleating
sheep
and
snorting
pigs
,
his
wish
was
granted
;
he
found
the
junction
of
the
two
giant
walls
and
collapsed
into
the
corner
to
rest
.
No
one
came
,
no
one
bothered
him
.
The
south
wall
eventually
moved
,
closing
for
the
night
;
he
leaned
forward
until
it
stopped
.
Minutes
later
,
his
back
once
again
comfortably
pressed
against
thick
layers
of
ivy
,
he
fell
asleep
.
The
next
morning
,
someone
gently
shook
him
awake
.
