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What
was
that
?
Teresa
said
in
his
mind
.
Thomas
could
n't
answer
,
just
shook
his
head
.
Thoughts
of
Chuck
flooded
him
again
,
replacing
the
crazy
woman
,
deadening
his
heart
.
He
just
did
n't
care
,
did
n't
feel
any
relief
at
escaping
the
Maze
Chuck
...
One
of
the
rescuers
,
a
woman
,
sat
across
from
Thomas
and
Teresa
;
the
leader
who
'd
spoken
to
them
earlier
climbed
onto
the
bus
and
took
a
seat
at
the
wheel
,
cranked
up
the
engine
.
The
bus
started
rolling
forward
.
Just
as
it
did
,
Thomas
saw
a
flash
of
movement
outside
the
window
.
The
sore-riddled
woman
had
gotten
to
her
feet
,
was
sprinting
toward
the
front
of
the
bus
,
waving
her
arms
wildly
,
screaming
something
drowned
out
by
the
sounds
of
the
storm
.
Her
eyes
were
lit
with
lunacy
or
terror
--
Thomas
could
n't
tell
which
.
He
leaned
toward
the
glass
of
the
window
as
she
disappeared
from
his
view
up
ahead
.
"
Wait
!
"
Thomas
shrieked
,
but
no
one
heard
him
.
Or
if
they
did
,
they
did
n't
care
.
The
driver
gunned
the
engine
--
the
bus
lurched
as
it
slammed
into
the
woman
's
body
.
A
thump
almost
jolted
Thomas
out
of
his
seat
as
the
front
wheels
ran
over
her
,
quickly
followed
by
a
second
thump
--
the
back
wheels
.
Thomas
looked
at
Teresa
,
saw
the
sickened
look
on
her
face
that
surely
mirrored
his
own
.
Without
a
word
,
the
driver
kept
his
foot
on
the
gas
and
the
bus
plowed
forward
,
driving
off
into
the
rain-swept
night
.
The
next
hour
or
so
was
a
blur
of
sights
and
sounds
for
Thomas
.
