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"
That
's
very
sweet
,
"
she
said
.
"
Thanks
.
"
In
the
darkness
her
blue
eyes
seemed
to
glow
like
a
cat
's
.
"
You
're
welcome
,
"
he
answered
,
ignoring
her
sarcasm
.
"
Listen
,
I
've
been
thinking
.
"
He
paused
to
gather
his
thoughts
.
"
More
than
I
can
say
for
that
Alby
schmuck
,
"
she
muttered
.
Thomas
agreed
,
but
was
anxious
to
say
what
he
'd
come
to
say
.
"
There
's
got
ta
be
a
way
out
of
this
place
--
we
just
have
to
push
it
,
stay
out
in
the
Maze
longer
.
And
what
you
wrote
on
your
arm
,
and
what
you
said
about
a
code
,
it
all
has
to
mean
something
,
right
?
"
It
has
to
,
he
thought
.
He
could
n't
help
feeling
some
hope
.
"
Yeah
,
I
've
been
thinking
the
same
thing
.
But
first
--
ca
n't
you
get
me
out
of
here
?
"
Her
hands
appeared
,
gripping
the
bars
of
the
window
.
Thomas
felt
the
ridiculous
urge
to
reach
out
and
touch
them
.
"
Well
,
Newt
said
maybe
tomorrow
.
"
Thomas
was
just
glad
he
'd
gotten
that
much
of
a
concession
.
"
You
'll
have
to
make
it
through
the
night
in
there
.
It
might
actually
be
the
safest
place
in
the
Glade
.
"
"
Thanks
for
asking
him
.
Should
be
fun
sleeping
on
this
cold
floor
.
"
She
motioned
behind
her
with
a
thumb
.
"
Though
I
guess
a
Griever
ca
n't
squeeze
through
this
window
,
so
I
'll
be
happy
,
right
?
"
The
mention
of
Grievers
surprised
him
--
he
did
n't
remember
talking
about
them
to
her
yet
.
"
Teresa
,
are
you
sure
you
've
forgotten
everything
?
"
She
thought
a
second
.
"
It
's
weird
--
I
guess
I
do
remember
some
stuff
.
Unless
I
just
heard
people
talking
while
I
was
in
the
coma
.
"
