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"
Well
,
I
guess
it
does
n't
matter
right
now
.
I
just
wanted
to
see
you
before
I
went
inside
for
the
night
.
"
But
he
did
n't
want
to
leave
;
he
almost
wished
he
could
get
thrown
in
the
Slammer
with
her
.
He
grinned
inside
--
he
could
only
imagine
Newt
's
response
to
that
request
.
"
Tom
?
"
Teresa
said
.
Thomas
realized
he
was
staring
off
in
a
daze
.
"
Oh
,
sorry
.
Yeah
?
"
Her
hands
slipped
back
inside
,
disappeared
.
All
he
could
see
were
her
eyes
,
the
pale
glow
of
her
white
skin
.
"
I
do
n't
know
if
I
can
do
this
--
stay
in
this
jail
all
night
.
"
Thomas
felt
an
incredible
sadness
.
He
wanted
to
steal
Newt
's
keys
and
help
her
escape
.
But
he
knew
that
was
a
ridiculous
idea
.
She
'd
just
have
to
suffer
and
make
do
He
stared
into
those
glowing
eyes
.
"
At
least
it
wo
n't
get
completely
dark
--
looks
like
we
're
stuck
with
this
twilight
junk
twenty-four
hours
a
day
now
.
"
"
Yeah
...
.
"
She
looked
past
him
at
the
Homestead
,
then
focused
on
him
again
.
"
I
'm
a
tough
girl
--
I
'll
be
okay
.
"
Thomas
felt
horrible
leaving
her
there
,
but
he
knew
he
had
no
choice
.
"
I
'll
make
sure
they
let
you
out
first
thing
tomorrow
,
okay
?
"
She
smiled
,
making
him
feel
better
.
"
That
's
a
promise
,
right
?
"
"
Promise
.
"
Thomas
tapped
his
right
temple
.
"
And
if
you
get
lonely
,
you
can
talk
to
me
with
your
...
trick
all
you
want
.
I
'll
try
to
answer
back
.
"
He
'd
accepted
it
now
,
almost
wanted
it
.
He
just
hoped
he
could
figure
out
how
to
talk
back
,
so
they
could
have
a
conversation
.
