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A
couple
of
hours
later
,
the
doors
having
reopened
,
rumbling
and
grumbling
and
shaking
the
ground
until
they
were
finished
,
Thomas
sat
at
a
worn
,
tilted
picnic
table
outside
the
Homestead
.
All
he
could
think
about
was
the
Grievers
,
what
their
purpose
could
be
,
what
they
did
out
there
during
the
night
.
What
it
would
be
like
to
be
attacked
by
something
so
terrible
.
He
tried
to
get
the
image
out
of
his
head
,
move
on
to
something
else
.
The
Runners
.
They
'd
just
left
without
saying
a
word
to
anybody
,
bolting
into
the
Maze
at
full
speed
and
disappearing
around
corners
.
He
pictured
them
in
his
mind
as
he
picked
at
his
eggs
and
bacon
with
a
fork
,
speaking
to
no
one
,
not
even
Chuck
,
who
ate
silently
next
to
him
.
The
poor
guy
had
exhausted
himself
trying
to
start
a
conversation
with
Thomas
,
who
'd
refused
to
respond
.
All
he
wanted
was
to
be
left
alone
.
He
just
did
n't
get
it
;
his
brain
was
on
overload
trying
to
compute
the
sheer
impossibility
of
the
situation
.
How
could
a
maze
,
with
walls
so
massive
and
tall
,
be
so
big
that
dozens
of
kids
had
n't
been
able
to
solve
it
after
who
knew
how
long
trying
?
How
could
such
a
structure
exist
?
And
more
importantly
,
why
?
What
could
possibly
be
the
purpose
of
such
a
thing
?
Why
were
they
all
there
?
How
long
had
they
been
there
?
Try
as
he
might
to
avoid
it
,
his
mind
still
kept
wandering
back
to
the
image
of
the
vicious
Griever
.
Its
phantom
brother
seemed
to
leap
at
him
every
time
he
blinked
or
rubbed
his
eyes
.
Thomas
knew
he
was
a
smart
kid
--
he
somehow
felt
it
in
his
bones
.
But
nothing
about
this
place
made
any
sense
.
Except
for
one
thing
.
He
was
supposed
to
be
a
Runner
.
Why
did
he
feel
that
so
strongly
?
And
even
now
,
after
seeing
what
lived
in
the
maze
?
A
tap
on
his
shoulder
jarred
him
from
his
thoughts
;
he
looked
up
to
see
Alby
standing
behind
him
,
arms
folded
.
"
Ai
n't
you
lookin
'
fresh
?
"
Alby
said
.
"
Get
a
nice
view
out
the
window
this
morning
?
"
Thomas
stood
,
hoping
the
time
for
answers
had
come
--
or
maybe
hoping
for
a
distraction
from
his
gloomy
thoughts
.
"
Enough
to
make
me
want
to
learn
about
this
place
,
"
he
said
,
hoping
to
avoid
provoking
the
temper
he
'd
seen
flare
in
this
guy
the
day
before
.
Alby
nodded
.
"
Me
and
you
,
shank
.
The
Tour
begins
now
.
"
He
started
to
move
but
then
stopped
,
holding
up
a
finger
.
"
Ai
n't
no
questions
till
the
end
,
you
get
me
?
Ai
n't
got
time
to
jaw
with
you
all
day
.
"
"
But
...
"
Thomas
stopped
when
Alby
's
eyebrows
shot
up
