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"
Yeah
,
good
a
name
as
any
.
Let
's
go
.
"
Thomas
sat
and
stared
,
waiting
for
Minho
to
make
a
move
.
Several
minutes
passed
in
silence
and
Thomas
realized
his
friend
must
be
as
fascinated
as
he
was
.
Finally
,
without
saying
a
word
,
Minho
turned
to
leave
.
Thomas
reluctantly
followed
and
they
ran
into
the
gray-dark
Maze
.
*
*
*
Thomas
and
Minho
found
nothing
but
stone
walls
and
ivy
.
Thomas
did
the
vine
cutting
and
all
the
note-taking
.
It
was
hard
for
him
to
notice
any
changes
from
the
day
before
,
but
Minho
pointed
out
without
thinking
about
it
where
the
walls
had
moved
.
When
they
reached
the
final
dead
end
and
it
was
time
to
head
back
home
,
Thomas
felt
an
almost
uncontrollable
urge
to
bag
everything
and
stay
there
overnight
,
see
what
happened
.
Minho
seemed
to
sense
it
and
grabbed
his
shoulder
.
"
Not
yet
,
dude
.
Not
yet
.
"
And
so
they
'd
gone
back
.
A
somber
mood
rested
over
the
Glade
,
an
easy
thing
to
happen
when
all
is
gray
.
The
dim
light
had
n't
changed
a
bit
since
they
'd
woken
up
that
morning
,
and
Thomas
wondered
if
anything
would
change
at
"
sunset
"
either
.
Minho
headed
straight
for
the
Map
Room
as
they
came
through
the
West
Door
.
Thomas
was
surprised
.
He
thought
it
was
the
last
thing
they
should
do
.
"
Are
n't
you
dying
to
tell
Newt
and
Alby
about
the
Griever
Hole
?
"
