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She
looked
away
then
,
gazing
out
her
window
.
Thomas
looked
at
Teresa
,
raised
his
eyebrows
in
question
.
She
simply
shook
her
head
and
then
laid
it
on
his
shoulder
and
closed
her
eyes
.
I
'm
too
tired
to
think
about
it
,
she
said
.
Let
's
just
be
safe
for
now
.
Maybe
we
are
,
he
replied
.
Maybe
.
He
heard
the
soft
sounds
of
her
sleep
,
but
he
knew
that
sleep
would
be
impossible
for
him
.
He
felt
such
a
raging
storm
of
conflicting
emotions
,
he
could
n't
identify
any
of
them
.
Still
--
it
was
better
than
the
dull
void
he
'd
experienced
earlier
.
He
could
only
sit
and
stare
out
the
window
into
the
rain
and
blackness
,
pondering
words
like
Flare
and
sickness
and
experiment
and
Scorch
and
WICKED
.
He
could
only
sit
and
hope
that
things
might
be
better
now
than
they
'd
been
in
the
Maze
.
But
as
he
jiggled
and
swayed
with
the
movements
of
the
bus
,
felt
Teresa
's
head
thump
against
his
shoulder
every
once
in
a
while
when
they
hit
big
bumps
,
heard
her
stir
and
fall
back
to
sleep
,
heard
the
murmurs
of
other
conversations
from
other
Gladers
,
his
thoughts
kept
returning
to
one
thing
.
Chuck
.
Two
hours
later
,
the
bus
stopped
.
They
had
pulled
into
a
muddy
parking
lot
that
surrounded
a
nondescript
building
with
several
rows
of
windows
.
The
woman
and
other
rescuers
shuffled
the
nineteen
boys
and
one
girl
through
the
front
door
and
up
a
flight
of
stairs
,
then
into
a
huge
dormitory
with
a
series
of
bunk
beds
lined
up
along
one
of
the
walls
.
On
the
opposite
side
were
some
dressers
and
tables
.
Curtain-covered
windows
checkered
each
wall
of
the
room
.
