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And
he
could
n't
believe
how
sad
he
felt
--
he
wanted
to
keep
talking
to
her
.
But
I
just
met
her
,
he
thought
.
I
do
n't
even
know
her
.
Yet
he
knew
that
was
n't
true
.
He
already
felt
a
closeness
that
could
only
have
come
from
knowing
her
before
the
memory-wiped
existence
of
the
Glade
.
Come
see
me
,
she
said
in
his
mind
.
He
did
n't
know
how
to
do
it
,
how
to
talk
to
her
like
that
.
But
he
tried
anyway
.
I
will
.
At
least
you
'll
be
safe
in
there
.
She
did
n't
respond
.
Teresa
?
Nothing
.
The
next
thirty
minutes
were
an
eruption
of
mass
confusion
.
Though
there
had
been
no
discernible
change
in
the
light
since
the
sun
and
blue
sky
had
n't
appeared
that
morning
,
it
still
felt
like
a
darkness
spread
over
the
Glade
.
As
Newt
and
Alby
gathered
the
Keepers
and
put
them
in
charge
of
making
assignments
and
getting
their
groups
inside
the
Homestead
within
the
hour
,
Thomas
felt
like
nothing
more
than
a
spectator
,
not
sure
how
he
could
help
.
The
Builders
--
without
their
leader
,
Gally
,
who
was
still
missing
--
were
ordered
to
put
up
barricades
at
each
open
Door
;
they
obeyed
,
although
Thomas
knew
there
was
n't
enough
time
and
there
were
n't
materials
to
do
much
good
.
It
almost
seemed
to
him
as
if
the
Keepers
wanted
people
busy
,
wanted
to
delay
the
inevitable
panic
attacks
.
Thomas
helped
as
the
Builders
gathered
every
loose
item
they
could
find
and
piled
them
in
the
gaps
,
nailing
things
together
as
best
they
could
.
It
looked
ugly
and
pathetic
and
scared
him
to
death
--
no
way
that
'd
keep
the
Grievers
out
.
