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And
Teresa
did
.
She
pushed
the
button
and
everything
went
perfectly
silent
.
Then
,
from
somewhere
down
the
dark
tunnel
,
came
the
sound
of
a
door
sliding
open
.
Almost
at
once
the
Grievers
had
shut
down
completely
,
their
instruments
sucked
back
through
their
blubbery
skin
,
their
lights
turned
off
,
their
inside
machines
dead
quiet
.
And
that
door
...
Thomas
fell
to
the
floor
after
being
released
by
his
captor
's
claws
,
and
despite
the
pain
of
several
lacerations
across
his
back
and
shoulders
,
elation
surged
through
him
so
strongly
he
did
n't
know
how
to
react
.
He
gasped
,
then
laughed
,
then
choked
on
a
sob
before
laughing
again
.
Chuck
had
scooted
away
from
the
Grievers
,
bumping
into
Teresa
--
she
held
him
tightly
,
squeezing
him
in
a
fierce
hug
.
"
You
did
it
,
Chuck
,
"
Teresa
said
.
"
We
were
so
worried
about
the
stupid
code
words
,
we
did
n't
think
to
look
around
for
something
to
push
--
the
last
word
,
the
last
piece
of
the
puzzle
.
"
Thomas
laughed
again
,
in
disbelief
that
such
a
thing
could
be
possible
so
soon
after
what
they
'd
gone
through
.
"
She
's
right
,
Chuck
--
you
saved
us
,
man
!
I
told
you
we
needed
you
!
"
Thomas
scrambled
to
his
feet
and
joined
the
other
two
in
a
group
hug
,
almost
delirious
.
"
Chuck
's
a
shucking
hero
!
"
"
What
about
the
others
?
"
Teresa
said
with
a
nod
toward
the
Griever
Hole
.
Thomas
felt
his
elation
wither
,
and
he
stepped
back
and
turned
toward
the
Hole
.
As
if
in
answer
to
her
question
,
someone
fell
through
the
black
square
--
it
was
Minho
,
looking
as
if
he
'd
been
scratched
or
stabbed
on
ninety
percent
of
his
body
.
"
Minho
!
"
Thomas
shouted
,
filled
with
relief
.
