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Thomas
shook
his
head
.
"
Maybe
that
's
exactly
why
he
stayed
out
there
.
Wanted
to
prove
he
could
do
anything
I
can
do
.
The
guy
hates
me
.
"
A
pause
.
"
Hated
me
.
"
"
Well
,
whatever
.
"
Chuck
shrugged
as
if
they
were
arguing
over
what
to
have
for
breakfast
.
"
If
he
's
dead
,
you
guys
'll
probably
find
him
eventually
.
If
not
,
he
'll
get
hungry
and
show
up
to
eat
.
I
do
n't
care
.
"
Thomas
picked
up
his
plate
and
took
it
to
the
counter
.
"
All
I
want
is
one
normal
day
--
one
day
to
relax
.
"
"
Then
your
bloody
wish
is
granted
,
"
said
a
voice
from
the
kitchen
door
behind
him
.
Thomas
turned
to
see
Newt
there
,
smiling
.
That
grin
sent
a
wave
of
reassurance
through
Thomas
,
as
if
he
were
finding
out
the
world
was
okay
again
.
"
Come
on
,
ya
buggin
'
jailbird
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
You
can
take
it
easy
while
you
're
hangin
'
in
the
Slammer
.
Let
's
go
.
Chucky
'll
bring
ya
some
lunch
at
noon
.
"
Thomas
nodded
and
headed
out
the
door
,
Newt
leading
the
way
.
Suddenly
a
day
in
prison
sounded
excellent
.
A
day
to
just
sit
and
relax
.
Though
something
told
him
there
was
a
better
chance
of
Gally
bringing
him
flowers
than
of
passing
a
day
in
the
Glade
with
nothing
strange
happening
.
The
Slammer
stood
in
an
obscure
place
between
the
Homestead
and
the
north
Glade
wall
,
hidden
behind
thorny
,
ragged
bushes
that
looked
like
they
had
n't
been
trimmed
in
ages
.
It
was
a
big
block
of
roughly
cut
concrete
,
with
one
tiny
,
barred
window
and
a
wooden
door
that
was
locked
with
a
menacing
rusty
metal
latch
,
like
something
out
of
the
Dark
Ages
.
Newt
took
out
a
key
and
opened
it
up
,
then
motioned
for
Thomas
to
enter
.
"
There
's
only
a
chair
in
there
and
nothin
'
at
all
for
ya
to
do
.
Enjoy
yourself
.
"
