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Minho
tapped
him
on
the
shoulder
.
"
You
can
always
come
back
and
study
your
butt
off
after
dinner
,
after
we
talk
to
Newt
and
Alby
.
Come
on
.
"
Thomas
put
the
papers
in
the
trunk
and
closed
it
,
hating
the
twinge
of
unease
he
felt
.
It
was
like
a
prick
in
his
side
.
Walls
moving
,
straight
lines
,
patterns
...
There
had
to
be
an
answer
.
"
Okay
,
let
's
go
.
"
They
'd
just
stepped
outside
the
Map
Room
,
the
heavy
door
clanging
shut
behind
them
,
when
Newt
and
Alby
walked
up
,
neither
one
of
them
looking
very
happy
.
Thomas
's
excitement
immediately
turned
to
worry
.
"
Hey
,
"
Minho
said
.
"
We
were
just
--
"
"
Get
on
with
it
,
"
Alby
interrupted
.
"
Ai
n't
got
time
to
waste
.
Find
anything
?
Anything
?
"
Minho
actually
recoiled
at
the
harsh
rebuke
,
but
his
face
seemed
more
confused
to
Thomas
than
hurt
or
angry
.
"
Nice
to
see
you
,
too
.
Yeah
,
we
did
find
something
,
actually
.
"
Oddly
,
Alby
almost
looked
disappointed
.
"
Cuz
this
whole
shuck
place
is
fallin
'
to
pieces
.
"
He
shot
Thomas
a
nasty
glare
as
if
it
were
all
his
fault
.
What
's
wrong
with
him
?
Thomas
thought
,
feeling
his
own
anger
light
up
.
They
'd
been
working
hard
all
day
and
this
was
their
thanks
?
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
Minho
asked
.
"
What
else
happened
?
"
