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"
Everything
is
going
to
change
.
"
Thomas
stared
in
wonder
as
her
eyes
rolled
up
into
her
head
and
she
fell
back
to
the
ground
.
Her
right
fist
shot
into
the
air
as
she
landed
,
staying
rigid
after
she
grew
still
,
pointing
toward
the
sky
.
Clutched
in
her
hand
was
a
wadded
piece
of
paper
.
Thomas
tried
to
swallow
but
his
mouth
was
too
dry
.
Newt
ran
forward
and
pulled
her
fingers
apart
,
grabbing
the
paper
.
With
shaking
hands
he
unfolded
it
,
then
dropped
to
his
knees
,
spreading
out
the
note
on
the
ground
.
Thomas
moved
up
behind
him
to
get
a
look
.
Scrawled
across
the
paper
in
thick
black
letters
were
five
words
:
She
's
the
last
one
.
Ever
.
An
odd
moment
of
complete
silence
hung
over
the
Glade
.
It
was
as
if
a
supernatural
wind
had
swept
through
the
place
and
sucked
out
all
sound
.
Newt
had
read
the
message
aloud
for
those
who
could
n't
see
the
paper
,
but
instead
of
erupting
in
confusion
,
the
Gladers
all
stood
dumbfounded
.
Thomas
would
've
expected
shouts
and
questions
,
arguments
.
But
no
one
said
a
word
;
all
eyes
were
glued
to
the
girl
,
now
lying
there
as
if
asleep
,
her
chest
rising
and
falling
with
shallow
breaths
.
Contrary
to
their
original
conclusion
,
she
was
very
much
alive
.
Newt
stood
,
and
Thomas
hoped
for
an
explanation
,
a
voice
of
reason
,
a
calming
presence
.
But
all
he
did
was
crumple
the
note
in
his
fist
,
veins
popping
from
his
skin
as
he
squeezed
it
,
and
Thomas
's
heart
sank
.
He
was
n't
sure
why
,
but
the
situation
made
him
very
uneasy
.
Alby
cupped
his
hands
around
his
mouth
.
"
Med-jacks
!
"
