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Another
hour
passed
.
Then
another
.
Sleep
finally
came
,
but
in
miserable
fits
.
Thomas
guessed
it
was
about
two
in
the
morning
when
he
turned
from
his
back
to
his
stomach
for
the
millionth
time
that
night
.
He
put
his
hands
under
his
chin
and
stared
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
almost
a
shadow
in
the
dim
light
.
Then
everything
changed
.
A
mechanized
surge
of
machinery
sounded
from
outside
,
followed
by
the
familiar
rolling
clicks
of
a
Griever
on
the
stony
ground
,
as
if
someone
had
scattered
a
handful
of
nails
.
Thomas
shot
to
his
feet
,
as
did
most
of
the
others
.
But
Newt
was
up
before
anyone
,
waving
his
arms
,
then
shushing
the
room
by
putting
a
finger
to
his
lips
.
Favoring
his
bad
leg
,
he
tiptoed
toward
the
lone
window
in
the
room
,
which
was
covered
by
three
hastily
nailed
boards
.
Large
cracks
allowed
for
plenty
of
space
to
peek
outside
.
Carefully
,
Newt
leaned
in
to
take
a
look
,
and
Thomas
crept
over
to
join
him
.
He
crouched
below
Newt
against
the
lowest
of
the
wooden
boards
,
pressing
his
eye
against
a
crack
--
it
was
terrifying
being
so
close
to
the
wall
.
But
all
he
saw
was
the
open
Glade
;
he
did
n't
have
enough
space
to
look
up
or
down
or
to
the
side
,
just
straight
ahead
.
After
a
minute
or
so
,
he
gave
up
and
turned
to
sit
with
his
back
against
the
wall
.
Newt
walked
over
and
sat
back
down
on
the
bed
.
A
few
minutes
passed
,
various
Griever
sounds
penetrating
the
walls
every
ten
to
twenty
seconds
.
The
squeal
of
small
engines
followed
by
a
grinding
spin
of
metal
.
The
clicking
of
spikes
against
the
hard
stone
.
Things
snapping
and
opening
and
snapping
.
Thomas
winced
in
fear
every
time
he
heard
something
.
Sounded
like
three
or
four
of
them
were
just
outside
.
At
least
.
He
heard
the
twisted
animal-machines
come
closer
,
so
close
,
waiting
on
the
stone
blocks
below
.
All
hums
and
metallic
clatter
.
Thomas
's
mouth
dried
up
--
he
'd
seen
them
face
to
face
,
remembered
it
all
too
well
;
he
had
to
remind
himself
to
breathe
.
The
others
in
the
room
were
still
;
no
one
made
a
sound
.
Fear
seemed
to
hover
in
the
air
like
a
blizzard
of
black
snow
.
