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You
'll
get
it
soon
,
Teresa
said
in
his
mind
.
"
I
wish
.
"
He
stood
there
,
really
not
wanting
to
leave
.
At
all
.
"
You
better
go
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
do
n't
want
your
brutal
murder
on
my
conscience
.
"
Thomas
managed
his
own
smile
at
that
.
"
All
right
.
See
you
tomorrow
.
"
And
before
he
could
change
his
mind
,
he
slipped
away
,
heading
around
the
corner
toward
the
front
door
of
the
Homestead
,
just
as
the
last
couple
of
Gladers
were
entering
,
Newt
shooing
them
in
like
errant
chickens
.
Thomas
stepped
inside
as
well
,
followed
by
Newt
,
who
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
Just
before
it
latched
shut
,
Thomas
thought
he
heard
the
first
eerie
moan
of
the
Grievers
,
coming
from
somewhere
deep
in
the
Maze
.
The
night
had
begun
.
Most
of
them
slept
outside
in
normal
times
,
so
packing
all
those
bodies
into
the
Homestead
made
for
a
tight
fit
.
The
Keepers
had
organized
and
distributed
the
Gladers
throughout
the
rooms
,
along
with
blankets
and
pillows
.
Despite
the
number
of
people
and
the
chaos
of
such
a
change
,
a
disturbing
silence
hung
over
the
activities
,
as
if
no
one
wanted
to
draw
attention
to
themselves
.
When
everyone
was
settled
,
Thomas
found
himself
upstairs
with
Newt
,
Alby
and
Minho
,
and
they
were
finally
able
to
finish
their
discussion
from
earlier
in
the
courtyard
.
Alby
and
Newt
sat
on
the
only
bed
in
the
room
while
Thomas
and
Minho
sat
next
to
them
in
chairs
.
The
only
other
furniture
was
a
crooked
wooden
dresser
and
a
small
table
,
on
top
of
which
rested
a
lamp
providing
what
light
they
had
.
The
gray
darkness
seemed
to
press
on
the
window
from
outside
,
with
promises
of
bad
things
to
come
.
"
Closest
I
've
come
so
far
,
"
Newt
was
saying
,
"
to
hangin
'
it
all
up
.
Shuck
it
all
and
kiss
a
Griever
goodnight
.
Supplies
cut
,
bloody
gray
skies
,
walls
not
closing
.
But
we
ca
n't
give
up
,
and
we
all
know
it
.
The
buggers
who
sent
us
here
either
want
us
dead
or
they
're
givin
'
us
a
spur
.
This
or
that
,
we
got
ta
work
our
arses
off
till
we
're
dead
or
not
dead
.
"
