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As
Thomas
was
settling
into
the
soft
mattress
for
the
night
,
he
was
interrupted
.
"
Hey
,
Thomas
,
"
Minho
said
from
above
him
.
"
Yeah
?
"
Thomas
was
so
tired
the
word
barely
came
out
.
"
What
do
you
think
happened
to
the
Gladers
who
stayed
behind
?
"
Thomas
had
n't
thought
about
it
.
His
mind
had
been
occupied
with
Chuck
and
now
Teresa
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
But
based
on
how
many
of
us
died
getting
here
,
I
would
n't
like
to
be
one
of
them
right
now
.
Grievers
are
probably
swarming
all
over
them
.
"
He
could
n't
believe
how
nonchalant
his
voice
sounded
as
he
said
it
.
"
You
think
we
're
safe
with
these
people
?
"
Minho
asked
.
Thomas
pondered
the
question
for
a
moment
.
There
was
only
one
answer
to
hold
on
to
.
"
Yeah
,
I
think
we
're
safe
.
"
Minho
said
something
else
,
but
Thomas
did
n't
hear
.
Exhaustion
consuming
him
,
his
mind
wandered
to
his
short
time
in
the
Maze
,
his
time
as
a
Runner
and
how
much
he
'd
wanted
it
--
ever
since
that
first
night
in
the
Glade
.
It
felt
like
a
hundred
years
ago
.
Like
a
dream
.
Murmurs
of
conversation
floated
through
the
room
,
but
to
Thomas
they
seemed
to
come
from
another
world
.
He
stared
at
the
crossed
wooden
boards
of
the
bed
above
him
,
feeling
the
pull
of
sleep
.
But
wanting
to
talk
to
Teresa
,
he
fought
it
off
.
How
's
your
room
?
he
asked
in
his
mind
.
Wish
you
were
in
here
.
