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The
last
statement
struck
Thomas
deep
down
.
Despite
all
his
ideas
--
all
the
things
he
'd
pitched
to
Minho
--
he
was
n't
eager
to
change
how
things
had
been
done
for
the
last
two
years
.
A
mixture
of
excitement
and
dread
swept
over
him
when
he
realized
what
Minho
was
saying
.
"
You
mean
we
're
going
to
stay
out
there
overnight
?
Explore
the
walls
a
little
more
closely
?
"
Minho
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
not
yet
.
Maybe
soon
,
though
.
"
He
looked
up
toward
the
sky
.
"
Man
--
what
a
way
to
wake
up
.
Come
on
,
let
's
go
.
"
Thomas
was
quiet
as
he
and
Minho
got
their
things
ready
and
ate
a
lightning-fast
breakfast
.
His
thoughts
were
churning
too
much
about
the
gray
sky
and
what
Teresa
--
at
least
,
he
thought
it
had
been
the
girl
--
had
told
him
in
his
mind
to
participate
in
any
conversation
.
What
had
she
meant
by
the
Ending
?
Thomas
could
n't
knock
the
feeling
that
he
should
tell
somebody
.
Everybody
.
But
he
did
n't
know
what
it
meant
,
and
he
did
n't
want
them
to
know
he
had
a
girl
's
voice
in
his
head
.
They
'd
think
he
'd
really
gone
bonkers
,
maybe
even
lock
him
up
--
and
for
good
this
time
.
After
a
lot
of
deliberation
,
he
decided
to
keep
his
mouth
shut
and
went
running
with
Minho
for
his
second
day
of
training
,
below
a
bleak
and
colorless
sky
.
They
saw
the
Griever
before
they
'd
even
made
it
to
the
door
leading
from
Section
Eight
to
Section
One
.
Minho
was
a
few
feet
ahead
of
Thomas
.
He
'd
just
rounded
a
corner
to
the
right
when
he
slammed
to
a
stop
,
his
feet
almost
skidding
out
from
under
him
.
He
jumped
back
and
grabbed
Thomas
by
the
shirt
,
pushing
him
against
the
wall
.
"
Shh
,
"
Minho
whispered
.
"
There
's
a
freaking
Griever
up
there
.
"
