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"
Go
...
to
...
sleep
.
"
Then
it
hit
Thomas
--
he
felt
like
several
pieces
of
a
puzzle
had
been
put
together
.
He
did
n't
know
what
the
ultimate
picture
would
be
,
but
his
next
words
almost
felt
like
they
were
coming
from
someone
else
.
"
Chuck
,
I.
.
.
I
think
I
've
been
here
before
.
"
He
heard
his
friend
sit
up
,
heard
the
intake
of
breath
.
But
Thomas
rolled
over
and
refused
to
say
another
word
,
worried
he
'd
mess
up
this
new
sense
of
being
encouraged
,
eradicate
the
reassuring
calm
that
filled
his
heart
.
Sleep
came
much
more
easily
than
he
'd
expected
.
Someone
shook
Thomas
awake
.
His
eyes
snapped
open
to
see
a
too-close
face
staring
down
at
him
,
everything
around
them
still
shadowed
by
the
darkness
of
early
morning
.
He
opened
his
mouth
to
speak
but
a
cold
hand
clamped
down
on
it
,
gripping
it
shut
.
Panic
flared
until
he
saw
who
it
was
.
"
Shh
,
Greenie
.
Do
n't
wan
na
be
wakin
'
Chuckie
,
now
,
do
we
?
"
It
was
Newt
--
the
guy
who
seemed
to
be
second
in
command
;
the
air
reeked
of
his
morning
breath
.
Though
Thomas
was
surprised
,
any
alarm
melted
away
immediately
.
He
could
n't
help
being
curious
,
wondering
what
this
boy
wanted
with
him
.
Thomas
nodded
,
doing
his
best
to
say
yes
with
his
eyes
,
until
Newt
finally
took
his
hand
away
,
then
leaned
back
on
his
heels
.
"
Come
on
,
Greenie
,
"
the
tall
boy
whispered
as
he
stood
.
He
reached
down
and
helped
Thomas
to
his
feet
--
he
was
so
strong
it
felt
like
he
could
rip
Thomas
's
arm
off
.
"
Supposed
to
show
ya
somethin'
before
the
wake-up
.
"
Any
lingering
haze
of
sleep
had
already
vanished
from
Thomas
's
mind
.
"
Okay
,
"
he
said
simply
,
ready
to
follow
.
He
knew
he
should
hold
some
suspicion
,
having
no
reason
to
trust
anyone
yet
,
but
the
curiosity
won
out
.
He
quickly
leaned
over
and
slipped
on
his
shoes
.
"
Where
are
we
going
?
"
