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"
Tom
,
do
you
really
not
remember
me
?
"
Her
voice
was
soft
,
a
contrast
from
the
crazed
,
hard
sound
he
'd
heard
from
her
after
she
first
arrived
,
when
she
'd
delivered
the
message
that
everything
was
going
to
change
.
"
You
mean
...
you
remember
me
?
"
he
asked
,
embarrassed
at
the
squeak
that
escaped
on
the
last
word
.
"
Yes
.
No
.
Maybe
.
"
She
threw
her
arms
up
in
disgust
.
"
I
ca
n't
explain
it
.
"
Thomas
opened
his
mouth
,
then
closed
it
without
saying
anything
.
"
I
remember
remembering
,
"
she
muttered
,
sitting
down
with
a
heavy
sigh
;
she
pulled
her
legs
up
to
wrap
her
arms
around
her
knees
.
"
Feelings
.
Emotions
.
Like
I
have
all
these
shelves
in
my
head
,
labeled
for
memories
and
faces
,
but
they
're
empty
.
As
if
everything
before
this
is
just
on
the
other
side
of
a
white
curtain
.
Including
you
.
"
"
But
how
do
you
know
me
?
"
He
felt
like
the
walls
were
spinning
around
him
.
Teresa
turned
toward
him
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
Something
about
before
we
came
to
the
Maze
.
Something
about
us
.
It
's
mostly
empty
,
like
I
said
.
"
"
You
know
about
the
Maze
?
Who
told
you
?
You
just
woke
up
.
"
"
I.
.
.
It
's
all
very
confusing
right
now
.
"
She
held
a
hand
out
.
"
But
I
know
you
're
my
friend
.
"
Almost
in
a
daze
,
Thomas
pulled
the
blanket
completely
off
and
leaned
forward
to
shake
her
hand
.
"
I
like
how
you
call
me
Tom
.
"
As
soon
as
it
came
out
,
he
was
sure
he
could
n't
have
possibly
said
anything
dumber
.
