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"
I
'm
going
,
and
that
's
that
.
"
Alby
took
his
ring
of
keys
from
his
pocket
and
rattled
them
mockingly
--
Thomas
could
n't
believe
the
sudden
bravery
.
"
See
you
shucks
in
the
morning
.
"
And
then
he
walked
out
.
It
was
strange
to
know
that
the
night
grew
later
,
that
darkness
should
've
swallowed
the
world
around
them
,
but
to
see
only
the
pale
gray
light
outside
.
It
made
Thomas
feel
off-kilter
,
as
if
the
urge
to
sleep
that
grew
steadily
with
every
passing
minute
were
somehow
unnatural
.
Time
slowed
to
an
agonizing
crawl
;
he
felt
as
if
the
next
day
might
never
come
.
The
other
Gladers
settled
themselves
,
turning
in
with
their
pillows
and
blankets
for
the
impossible
task
of
sleeping
.
No
one
said
much
,
the
mood
somber
and
grim
.
All
you
could
hear
were
quiet
shuffles
and
whispers
.
Thomas
tried
hard
to
force
himself
to
sleep
,
knowing
it
would
make
the
time
pass
faster
,
but
after
two
hours
he
'd
still
had
no
luck
.
He
lay
on
the
floor
in
one
of
the
upper
rooms
,
on
top
of
a
thick
blanket
,
several
other
Gladers
crammed
in
there
with
him
,
almost
body
to
body
.
The
bed
had
gone
to
Newt
.
Chuck
had
ended
up
in
another
room
,
and
for
some
reason
Thomas
pictured
him
huddled
in
a
dark
corner
,
crying
,
squeezing
his
blankets
to
his
chest
like
a
teddy
bear
.
The
image
saddened
Thomas
so
deeply
he
tried
to
replace
it
,
but
to
no
avail
.
Almost
every
person
had
a
flashlight
by
their
side
in
case
of
emergency
.
Otherwise
,
Newt
had
ordered
all
lights
extinguished
despite
the
pale
,
deathly
glow
of
their
new
sky
--
no
sense
attracting
any
more
attention
than
necessary
.
Anything
that
could
be
done
on
such
short
notice
to
prepare
for
a
Griever
attack
had
been
done
:
windows
boarded
up
,
furniture
moved
in
front
of
doors
,
knives
handed
out
as
weapons
...
But
none
of
that
made
Thomas
feel
safe
.
The
anticipation
of
what
might
happen
was
overpowering
,
a
suffocating
blanket
of
misery
and
fear
that
began
to
take
on
a
life
of
its
own
.
He
almost
wished
the
suckers
would
just
come
and
get
it
over
with
.
The
waiting
was
unbearable
.
The
distant
wails
of
the
Grievers
grew
closer
as
the
night
stretched
on
,
every
minute
seeming
to
last
longer
than
the
one
before
it
.
