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Thomas
was
startled
,
but
he
tried
his
best
to
cover
it
up
.
He
knew
he
had
to
pretend
he
did
n't
have
voices
in
his
head
--
the
others
would
think
he
was
a
lunatic
.
Just
...
come
...
help
...
me
,
he
tried
to
say
back
,
thinking
each
word
separately
,
trying
to
visualize
the
message
,
send
it
.
But
she
did
n't
respond
.
"
Teresa
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
Can
you
help
me
a
second
?
"
He
nodded
toward
the
closet
.
The
two
of
them
went
into
the
dusty
little
room
and
opened
up
all
the
boxes
,
grabbing
a
small
stack
of
Maps
from
each
one
.
Returning
to
the
table
,
Thomas
found
that
Minho
had
cut
twenty
sheets
already
,
making
a
messy
pile
to
his
right
as
he
threw
each
new
piece
on
top
.
Thomas
sat
down
and
grabbed
a
few
.
He
held
one
of
the
papers
up
to
the
light
,
saw
how
it
shone
through
with
a
milky
glow
.
It
was
exactly
what
he
needed
.
He
grabbed
a
marker
.
"
All
right
,
everybody
trace
the
last
ten
or
so
days
onto
a
piece
of
this
stuff
.
Make
sure
you
write
the
info
on
top
so
we
can
keep
track
of
what
's
what
.
When
we
're
done
,
I
think
we
might
see
something
.
"
"
What
--
"
Minho
began
.
"
Just
bloody
keep
cutting
,
"
Newt
ordered
.
"
I
think
I
know
where
he
's
going
with
this
.
"
Thomas
was
relieved
someone
was
finally
getting
it
.
They
got
to
work
,
tracing
from
original
Maps
to
wax
paper
,
one
by
one
,
trying
to
keep
it
clean
and
correct
while
hurrying
as
fast
as
possible
.
Thomas
used
the
side
of
a
stray
slab
of
wood
as
a
makeshift
ruler
,
keeping
his
lines
straight
.
Soon
he
'd
completed
five
maps
,
then
five
more
.
The
others
kept
the
same
pace
,
working
feverishly
.
