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Newt
did
n't
say
a
word
.
He
left
Thomas
standing
there
,
now
in
his
own
daze
.
Despair
hung
in
the
air
like
the
smoke
from
the
Map
Room
,
thick
and
acrid
.
The
other
Runners
returned
within
the
hour
,
and
from
what
Thomas
heard
,
none
of
them
had
found
anything
and
they
'd
eventually
given
up
as
well
.
Glum
faces
were
everywhere
throughout
the
Glade
,
and
most
of
the
workers
had
abandoned
their
daily
jobs
.
Thomas
knew
that
the
code
of
the
Maze
was
their
only
hope
now
.
It
had
to
reveal
something
.
It
had
to
.
And
after
aimlessly
wandering
the
Glade
to
hear
the
other
Runners
'
stories
,
he
snapped
out
of
his
funk
.
Teresa
?
he
said
in
his
mind
,
closing
his
eyes
,
as
if
that
would
do
the
trick
.
Where
are
you
?
Did
you
figure
anything
out
?
After
a
long
pause
,
he
almost
gave
up
,
thinking
it
did
n't
work
.
Huh
?
Tom
,
did
you
say
something
?
Yeah
,
he
said
,
excited
he
'd
made
contact
again
.
Can
you
hear
me
?
Am
I
doing
this
thing
right
?
Sometimes
it
's
choppy
,
but
it
's
working
.
Kinda
freaky
,
huh
?
Thomas
thought
about
that
--
actually
,
he
was
sort
of
getting
used
to
it
.
It
's
not
so
bad
.
Are
you
guys
still
in
the
basement
?
I
saw
Newt
but
then
he
disappeared
again
.
Still
here
.
Newt
had
three
or
four
Gladers
help
us
trace
the
Maps
.
I
think
we
have
the
code
all
figured
out
.
