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Newt
frowned
.
"
Well
,
ai
n't
that
just
cheery
?
"
Thomas
turned
to
walk
away
,
but
Newt
called
out
to
him
.
"
Tommy
?
"
"
Yeah
?
"
He
stopped
,
but
did
n't
look
back
.
"
If
I
can
convince
those
shanks
--
and
that
's
a
big
if
--
the
best
time
to
go
would
be
at
night
.
We
can
hope
that
a
lot
of
the
Grievers
might
be
out
and
about
in
the
Maze
--
not
in
that
Hole
of
theirs
.
"
"
Good
that
.
"
Thomas
agreed
with
him
--
he
just
hoped
Newt
could
convince
the
Keepers
.
He
turned
to
look
at
Newt
and
nodded
.
Newt
smiled
,
a
barely-there
crack
in
his
worried
grimace
.
"
We
should
do
it
tonight
,
before
anyone
else
is
killed
.
"
And
before
Thomas
could
say
anything
,
Newt
disappeared
back
into
the
Gathering
.
Thomas
,
a
little
shocked
at
the
last
statement
,
left
the
Homestead
and
walked
to
an
old
bench
near
the
Box
and
took
a
seat
,
his
mind
a
whirlwind
.
He
kept
thinking
of
what
Alby
had
said
about
the
Flare
,
and
what
it
could
mean
.
The
older
boy
had
also
mentioned
burned
earth
and
a
disease
.
Thomas
did
n't
remember
anything
like
that
,
but
if
it
was
all
true
,
the
world
they
were
trying
to
get
back
to
did
n't
sound
so
good
.
Still
--
what
other
choice
did
they
have
?
Besides
the
fact
that
the
Grievers
were
attacking
every
night
,
the
Glade
had
basically
shut
down
.
Frustrated
,
worried
,
tired
of
his
thoughts
,
he
called
out
to
Teresa
.
Can
you
hear
me
?
Yeah
,
she
replied
.
Where
are
you
?
