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Thomas
was
surprised
to
hear
it
was
so
bad
--
he
wished
Alby
would
give
details
,
describe
something
,
anything
.
But
he
knew
the
choking
was
still
too
fresh
in
Alby
's
mind
for
him
to
budge
.
"
Well
,
maybe
they
're
not
real
,
Alby
.
Maybe
the
Grief
Serum
is
some
kind
of
psycho
drug
that
gives
you
hallucinations
.
"
Thomas
knew
he
was
grasping
at
straws
.
Alby
thought
for
a
minute
.
"
A
drug
...
hallucinations
...
"
Then
he
shook
his
head
.
"
Doubt
it
.
"
It
had
been
worth
a
try
.
"
We
still
have
to
escape
this
place
.
"
"
Yeah
,
thanks
,
Greenie
,
"
Alby
said
sarcastically
.
"
Do
n't
know
what
we
'd
do
without
your
pep
talks
.
"
Again
,
the
almost-smile
.
Alby
's
change
of
mood
broke
Thomas
out
of
his
gloom
.
"
Quit
calling
me
Greenie
.
The
girl
's
the
Greenie
now
.
"
"
Okay
,
Greenie
.
"
Alby
sighed
,
clearly
done
with
the
conversation
.
"
Go
find
some
dinner
--
your
terrible
prison
sentence
of
one
day
is
over
.
"
"
One
was
plenty
.
"
Despite
wanting
answers
,
Thomas
was
ready
to
get
away
from
the
Slammer
.
Plus
,
he
was
starving
.
He
grinned
at
Alby
,
then
headed
straight
for
the
kitchen
and
food
.
Dinner
was
awesome
.
Frypan
had
known
Thomas
would
be
coming
late
,
so
he
'd
left
a
plate
full
of
roast
beef
and
potatoes
;
a
note
announced
there
were
cookies
in
the
cupboard
.
The
Cook
seemed
fully
intent
on
backing
up
the
support
he
'd
shown
for
Thomas
in
the
Gathering
.
Minho
joined
Thomas
as
he
ate
,
prepping
him
a
little
before
his
first
big
day
of
Runner
training
,
giving
him
a
few
stats
and
interesting
facts
.
Things
for
him
to
think
about
as
he
went
to
sleep
that
night
.
