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"
Yeah
.
"
He
looked
behind
him
,
hoping
to
see
Alby
somewhere
.
Surely
he
'd
let
Teresa
out
now
.
Gladers
were
scattered
all
over
the
complex
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
their
leader
.
He
turned
back
to
Teresa
.
"
I
just
do
n't
get
it
.
Why
would
the
Grievers
have
left
after
getting
Gally
?
He
said
something
about
them
killing
us
one
a
night
until
we
were
all
dead
--
he
said
it
at
least
twice
.
"
Teresa
put
her
hands
through
the
bars
,
rested
her
forearms
against
the
concrete
sill
.
"
Just
one
a
night
?
Why
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
He
also
said
it
had
to
do
with
...
trials
.
Or
variables
.
Something
like
that
.
"
Thomas
had
the
same
strange
urge
he
'd
had
the
night
before
--
to
reach
out
and
take
one
of
her
hands
.
He
stopped
himself
,
though
.
"
Tom
,
I
was
thinking
about
what
you
told
me
I
said
.
That
the
Maze
is
a
code
.
Being
holed
up
in
here
does
wonders
for
making
the
brain
do
what
it
was
made
for
.
"
"
What
do
you
think
it
means
?
"
Intensely
interested
,
he
tried
to
block
out
the
shouts
and
chatter
rumbling
through
the
Glade
as
others
found
out
about
the
Map
Room
being
burned
.
"
Well
,
the
walls
move
every
day
,
right
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
He
could
tell
she
was
really
on
to
something
.
"
And
Minho
said
they
think
there
's
a
pattern
,
right
?
"
"
Right
.
"
Gears
were
starting
to
shift
into
place
inside
Thomas
's
head
as
well
,
almost
as
if
a
prior
memory
was
beginning
to
break
loose
.
