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Alby
put
his
feet
back
on
the
floor
,
sat
up
straighter
.
"
Ya
know
,
it
was
really
stupid
for
us
to
sleep
in
here
tonight
.
We
should
've
been
out
in
the
Map
Room
,
working
.
"
Thomas
thought
that
was
the
smartest
thing
he
'd
heard
Alby
say
in
a
long
time
.
Minho
shrugged
.
"
Probably
right
.
"
"
Well
...
I
'll
go
,
"
Alby
said
with
a
confident
nod
.
"
Right
now
.
"
Newt
shook
his
head
.
"
Forget
that
,
Alby
.
Already
heard
the
bloody
Grievers
moaning
out
there
.
We
can
wait
till
the
wake-up
.
"
Alby
leaned
forward
,
elbows
on
his
knees
.
"
Hey
,
you
shucks
are
the
ones
giving
me
all
the
pep
talks
.
Do
n't
start
whining
when
I
actually
listen
.
If
I
'm
gon
na
do
this
,
I
got
ta
do
it
,
be
the
old
me
.
I
need
something
to
dive
into
.
"
Relief
flooded
Thomas
.
He
'd
grown
sick
of
all
the
contention
.
Alby
stood
up
.
"
Seriously
,
I
need
this
.
"
He
moved
toward
the
door
of
the
room
as
if
he
really
meant
to
leave
.
"
You
ca
n't
be
serious
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
You
ca
n't
go
out
there
now
!
"
