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"
Good
that
,
"
Thomas
agreed
.
A
commotion
from
the
other
tables
caught
his
attention
.
Newt
and
Alby
were
gathering
the
Gladers
,
telling
everyone
it
was
time
to
go
.
Alby
seemed
mostly
himself
,
but
Thomas
still
worried
about
the
guy
's
mental
state
.
In
Thomas
's
mind
,
Newt
was
in
charge
,
but
he
could
also
be
a
loose
cannon
sometimes
.
The
icy
fear
and
panic
Thomas
had
experienced
so
often
the
last
few
days
swept
over
him
once
again
in
full
force
.
This
was
it
.
They
were
going
.
Trying
not
to
think
about
it
,
to
just
act
,
he
grabbed
his
backpack
.
Chuck
did
the
same
,
and
they
headed
for
the
West
Door
,
the
one
leading
to
the
Cliff
.
Thomas
found
Minho
and
Teresa
talking
to
each
other
near
the
left
side
of
the
Door
,
going
over
the
hastily
made
plans
to
enter
the
escape
code
once
they
got
into
the
Hole
.
"
You
shanks
ready
?
"
Minho
asked
when
they
came
up
.
"
Thomas
,
this
was
all
your
idea
,
so
it
better
work
.
If
not
,
I
'll
kill
ya
before
the
Grievers
can
.
"
"
Thanks
,
"
Thomas
said
.
But
he
could
n't
shake
the
twisting
feeling
in
his
gut
.
What
if
somehow
he
was
wrong
?
What
if
the
memories
he
'd
had
were
false
ones
?
Planted
somehow
?
The
thought
terrified
him
,
and
he
pushed
it
aside
.
There
was
no
going
back
.
He
looked
at
Teresa
,
who
shifted
from
foot
to
foot
,
wringing
her
hands
.
"
You
okay
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
'm
fine
,
"
she
answered
with
a
small
smile
,
clearly
not
fine
at
all
.
"
Just
anxious
to
get
it
over
with
.
"
"
Amen
,
sister
,
"
Minho
said
.
He
looked
the
calmest
to
Thomas
,
the
most
confident
,
the
least
scared
.
Thomas
envied
him
.
When
Newt
finally
had
everyone
gathered
,
he
called
for
quiet
,
and
Thomas
turned
to
hear
what
he
had
to
say
.
"
There
're
forty-one
of
us
.
"
He
pulled
the
backpack
he
was
holding
onto
his
shoulders
,
and
hoisted
a
thick
wooden
pole
with
barbwire
wrapped
around
its
tip
.
The
thing
looked
deadly
.
"
Make
sure
you
've
got
your
weapons
.
Other
than
that
,
is
n't
a
whole
lot
to
buggin
'
say
--
you
've
all
been
told
the
plan
.
We
're
gon
na
fight
our
way
through
to
the
Griever
Hole
,
and
Tommy
here
's
gon
na
punch
in
his
little
magic
code
and
then
we
're
gon
na
get
payback
on
the
Creators
.
Simple
as
that
.
"
