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Thomas
's
heart
leaped
into
his
throat
.
Serious
?
Get
down
here
.
I
'm
coming
.
He
was
already
moving
as
he
said
it
,
somehow
not
feeling
so
exhausted
anymore
.
Newt
let
him
in
.
"
Minho
still
has
n't
shown
up
,
"
he
said
as
they
walked
down
the
stairs
to
the
basement
.
"
Sometimes
he
turns
into
a
buggin
'
hothead
.
"
Thomas
was
surprised
Minho
was
wasting
time
sulking
,
especially
with
the
code
possibilities
.
He
pushed
the
thought
aside
as
he
entered
the
room
.
Several
Gladers
he
did
n't
know
were
gathered
around
the
table
,
standing
;
they
all
looked
exhausted
,
their
eyes
sunken
.
Piles
of
Maps
lay
scattered
all
over
the
place
,
including
the
floor
.
It
looked
as
if
a
tornado
had
touched
down
right
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
Teresa
was
leaning
against
a
stack
of
shelves
,
reading
a
single
sheet
of
paper
.
She
glanced
up
when
he
entered
,
but
then
returned
her
gaze
to
whatever
it
was
she
held
.
This
saddened
him
a
little
--
he
'd
hoped
she
'd
be
happy
to
see
him
--
but
then
he
felt
really
stupid
for
even
having
the
thought
.
She
was
obviously
busy
figuring
out
the
code
.
You
have
to
see
this
,
Teresa
said
to
him
just
as
Newt
dismissed
his
helpers
--
they
clomped
up
the
wooden
stairs
,
a
couple
of
them
grumbling
about
doing
all
that
work
for
nothing
.
Thomas
started
,
for
a
brief
moment
worried
that
Newt
could
tell
what
was
going
on
.
Do
n't
talk
in
my
head
while
Newt
's
around
.
I
do
n't
want
him
knowing
about
our
...
gift
.
"
Come
check
this
out
,
"
she
said
aloud
,
barely
hiding
the
smirk
that
flashed
across
her
face
.
