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That
was
it
.
Six
words
.
Disappointment
washed
over
Thomas
--
he
'd
been
sure
the
purpose
of
the
code
would
be
obvious
once
they
had
it
figured
out
.
He
looked
up
at
Teresa
with
a
sunken
heart
.
"
That
's
all
?
Are
you
sure
they
're
in
the
right
order
?
"
She
took
the
paper
back
from
him
.
"
The
Maze
has
been
repeating
those
words
for
months
--
we
finally
quit
when
that
became
clear
.
Each
time
,
after
the
word
PUSH
,
it
goes
a
full
week
without
showing
any
letter
at
all
,
and
then
it
starts
over
again
with
FLOAT
.
So
we
figured
that
's
the
first
word
,
and
that
's
the
order
.
"
Thomas
folded
his
arms
and
leaned
against
the
shelves
next
to
Teresa
.
Without
thinking
about
it
,
he
'd
memorized
the
six
words
,
welded
them
to
his
mind
.
Float
.
Catch
.
Bleed
.
Death
.
Stiff
.
Push
.
That
did
n't
sound
good
.
"
Cheerful
,
do
n't
ya
think
?
"
Newt
said
,
mirroring
his
thoughts
exactly
.
"
Yeah
,
"
Thomas
replied
with
a
frustrated
groan
.
"
We
need
to
get
Minho
down
here
--
maybe
he
knows
something
we
do
n't
If
we
just
had
more
clues
--
"
He
froze
,
hit
by
a
dizzy
spell
;
he
would
've
fallen
to
the
floor
if
he
had
n't
had
the
shelves
to
lean
on
.
An
idea
had
just
occurred
to
him
.
A
horrible
,
terrible
,
awful
idea
.
The
worst
idea
in
the
history
of
horrible
,
terrible
,
awful
ideas
.
But
instinct
told
him
he
was
right
.
That
it
was
something
he
had
to
do
.
"
Tommy
?
"
Newt
asked
,
stepping
closer
with
a
look
of
concern
creasing
his
forehead
.
"
What
's
wrong
with
you
?
Your
face
just
went
white
as
a
ghost
.
"
Thomas
shook
his
head
,
composing
himself
.
"
Oh
...
nothing
,
sorry
.
My
eyes
are
hurting
--
I
think
I
need
some
sleep
.
"
He
rubbed
his
temples
for
effect
.
