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"
Thomas
,
wake
up
.
"
It
was
Chuck
--
the
kid
seemed
to
be
able
to
find
him
anywhere
.
Groaning
,
Thomas
leaned
forward
,
stretched
out
his
back
and
arms
.
A
couple
of
blankets
had
been
placed
over
him
during
the
night
--
someone
playing
the
Glade
Mother
.
"
What
time
is
it
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
're
almost
too
late
for
breakfast
.
"
Chuck
tugged
on
his
arm
.
"
Come
on
,
get
up
.
You
need
to
start
acting
normal
or
things
'll
just
get
worse
.
"
The
events
of
the
previous
day
came
crashing
into
Thomas
's
mind
,
and
his
stomach
seemed
to
twist
inside
out
.
What
are
they
going
to
do
to
me
?
he
thought
.
Those
things
she
said
.
Something
about
me
and
her
doing
this
to
them
.
To
us
.
What
did
that
mean
?
Then
it
hit
him
that
maybe
he
was
crazy
.
Maybe
the
stress
of
the
Maze
had
driven
him
insane
.
Either
way
,
only
he
had
heard
the
voice
inside
his
head
.
No
one
else
knew
the
weird
things
Teresa
had
said
,
or
accused
him
of
.
They
did
n't
even
know
that
she
had
told
him
her
name
.
Well
,
no
one
except
Newt
.
And
he
would
keep
it
that
way
.
Things
were
bad
enough
--
no
way
he
'd
make
it
worse
by
telling
people
about
voices
in
his
head
.
The
only
problem
was
Newt
.
Thomas
would
have
to
convince
him
somehow
that
stress
had
finally
overwhelmed
him
and
a
good
night
's
rest
had
solved
everything
.
I
'm
not
crazy
,
Thomas
told
himself
.
Surely
he
was
n't
.
Chuck
was
looking
at
him
with
eyebrows
raised
.
"
Sorry
,
"
Thomas
said
as
he
stood
up
,
acting
as
normal
as
he
could
.
"
Just
thinking
.
Let
's
eat
,
I
'm
starving
.
"
"
Good
that
,
"
Chuck
said
,
slapping
Thomas
on
the
back
.
