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"
What
're
we
looking
for
?
"
Thomas
whispered
.
"
Hold
your
undies
,
boy
.
One
'll
be
comin
'
along
soon
enough
.
"
A
minute
passed
,
then
two
.
Several
more
.
Thomas
fidgeted
on
his
feet
,
wondering
how
Newt
could
stand
there
,
perfectly
patient
and
still
,
staring
into
nothing
but
darkness
.
Then
it
changed
.
Glimmers
of
an
eerie
light
shone
through
the
window
;
it
cast
a
wavering
spectrum
of
colors
on
Newt
's
body
and
face
,
as
if
he
stood
next
to
a
lighted
swimming
pool
.
Thomas
grew
perfectly
still
,
squinting
,
trying
to
make
out
what
was
on
the
other
side
.
A
thick
lump
grew
in
his
throat
.
What
is
that
?
he
thought
.
"
Out
there
's
the
Maze
,
"
Newt
whispered
,
eyes
wide
as
if
in
a
trance
.
"
Everything
we
do
--
our
whole
life
,
Greenie
--
revolves
around
the
Maze
.
Every
lovin
'
second
of
every
lovin
'
day
we
spend
in
honor
of
the
Maze
,
tryin
'
to
solve
somethin'
that
's
not
shown
us
it
has
a
bloody
solution
,
ya
know
?
And
we
want
to
show
ya
why
it
's
not
to
be
messed
with
.
Show
ya
why
them
buggin
'
walls
close
shut
every
night
.
Show
ya
why
you
should
never
,
never
find
your
butt
out
there
.
"
Newt
stepped
back
,
still
holding
on
to
the
ivy
vines
.
He
gestured
for
Thomas
to
take
his
place
and
look
through
the
window
.
Thomas
did
,
leaning
forward
until
his
nose
touched
the
cool
surface
of
the
glass
.
It
took
a
second
for
his
eyes
to
focus
on
the
moving
object
on
the
other
side
,
to
look
past
the
grime
and
dust
and
see
what
Newt
wanted
him
to
see
.
And
when
he
did
,
he
felt
his
breath
catch
in
his
throat
,
like
an
icy
wind
had
blown
down
there
and
frozen
the
air
solid
.
A
large
,
bulbous
creature
the
size
of
a
cow
but
with
no
distinct
shape
twisted
and
seethed
along
the
ground
in
the
corridor
outside
.
It
climbed
the
opposite
wall
,
then
leaped
at
the
thick-glassed
window
with
a
loud
thump
.
Thomas
shrieked
before
he
could
stop
himself
,
jerked
away
from
the
window
--
but
the
thing
bounced
backward
,
leaving
the
glass
undamaged
.
Thomas
sucked
in
two
huge
breaths
and
leaned
in
once
again
.
It
was
too
dark
to
make
out
clearly
,
but
odd
lights
flashed
from
an
unknown
source
,
revealing
blurs
of
silver
spikes
and
glistening
flesh
.
Wicked
instrument-tipped
appendages
protruded
from
its
body
like
arms
:
a
saw
blade
,
a
set
of
shears
,
long
rods
whose
purpose
could
only
be
guessed
.
