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"
You
ai
n't
never
seen
her
before
?
"
he
asked
.
Thomas
hesitated
before
he
answered
.
"
Not
...
no
,
not
that
I
remember
.
"
He
hoped
his
shaky
voice
did
n't
betray
his
doubts
.
What
if
he
did
know
her
somehow
?
What
would
that
mean
?
"
You
're
sure
?
"
Newt
prodded
,
standing
right
behind
Alby
.
"
I.
.
.
no
,
I
do
n't
think
so
.
Why
are
you
grilling
me
like
this
?
"
All
Thomas
wanted
right
then
was
for
night
to
fall
,
so
he
could
be
alone
,
go
to
sleep
.
Alby
shook
his
head
,
then
turned
back
to
Newt
,
releasing
his
grip
on
Thomas
's
shoulder
.
"
Something
's
whacked
.
Call
a
Gathering
.
"
He
said
it
quietly
enough
that
Thomas
did
n't
think
anyone
else
heard
,
but
it
sounded
ominous
.
Then
the
leader
and
Newt
walked
off
,
and
Thomas
was
relieved
to
see
Chuck
coming
his
way
.
"
Chuck
,
what
's
a
Gathering
?
"
He
looked
proud
to
know
the
answer
.
"
It
's
when
the
Keepers
meet
--
they
only
call
one
when
something
weird
or
terrible
happens
.
"
"
Well
,
I
guess
today
fits
both
of
those
categories
pretty
well
.
"
Thomas
's
stomach
rumbled
,
interrupting
his
thoughts
.
"
I
did
n't
finish
my
breakfast
--
can
we
get
something
somewhere
?
I
'm
starving
.
"
Chuck
looked
up
at
him
,
his
eyebrows
raised
.
"
Seeing
that
chick
wig
out
made
you
hungry
?
You
must
be
more
psycho
than
I
thought
.
