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Tom
,
I
do
n't
know
any
of
these
people
.
Come
get
me
!
It
's
all
fading
...
.
I
'm
forgetting
everything
but
you
...
.
I
have
to
tell
you
things
!
But
it
's
all
fading
...
.
He
could
n't
understand
how
she
did
it
,
how
she
was
inside
his
head
.
Teresa
paused
,
then
said
something
that
made
no
sense
.
The
Maze
is
a
code
,
Tom
.
The
Maze
is
a
code
.
Thomas
did
n't
want
to
see
her
.
He
did
n't
want
to
see
anybody
.
As
soon
as
Newt
set
off
to
go
and
talk
to
the
girl
,
Thomas
silently
slipped
away
,
hoping
no
one
would
notice
him
in
the
excitement
.
With
everyone
's
thoughts
on
the
stranger
waking
up
from
her
coma
,
it
proved
easy
.
He
skirted
the
edge
of
the
Glade
,
then
,
breaking
into
a
run
,
he
headed
for
his
place
of
seclusion
behind
the
Deadhead
forest
.
He
crouched
in
the
corner
,
nestled
in
the
ivy
,
and
threw
his
blanket
over
himself
,
head
and
all
.
Somehow
,
it
seemed
like
a
way
to
hide
from
Teresa
's
intrusion
into
his
mind
.
A
few
minutes
passed
,
his
heart
finally
calming
to
a
slow
roll
.
"
Forgetting
about
you
was
the
worst
part
.
"
At
first
,
Thomas
thought
it
was
another
message
in
his
head
;
he
squeezed
his
fists
against
his
ears
.
But
no
,
it
'd
been
...
different
.
He
'd
heard
it
with
his
ears
.
A
girl
's
voice
.
Chills
creeping
up
his
spine
,
he
slowly
lowered
the
blanket
.
Teresa
stood
to
his
right
,
leaning
against
the
massive
stone
wall
.
She
looked
so
different
now
,
awake
and
alert
--
standing
.
Wearing
a
long-sleeved
white
shirt
,
blue
jeans
,
and
brown
shoes
,
she
looked
--
impossibly
--
even
more
striking
than
when
he
'd
seen
her
in
the
coma
.
Black
hair
framed
the
fair
skin
of
her
face
,
with
eyes
the
blue
of
pure
flame
.
