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"
Wow
,
"
Chuck
said
.
"
You
're
already
using
Alby
's
dirty
words
.
"
He
was
obviously
trying
hard
to
pretend
he
was
n't
scared
of
all
the
recent
developments
,
but
his
eyes
revealed
the
truth
.
"
Seriously
,
good
luck
.
"
"
Thanks
,
that
means
a
lot
,
"
Minho
answered
with
his
own
eye
roll
.
"
See
ya
,
shank
.
"
"
Yeah
,
see
ya
,
"
Chuck
muttered
,
then
turned
to
walk
away
.
Thomas
felt
a
pang
of
sadness
--
it
was
possible
he
might
never
see
Chuck
or
Teresa
or
any
of
them
again
.
A
sudden
urge
gripped
him
.
"
Do
n't
forget
my
promise
!
"
he
yelled
.
"
I
'll
get
you
home
!
"
Chuck
turned
and
gave
him
a
thumbs-up
;
his
eyes
glimmered
with
tears
Thomas
flipped
up
double
thumbs
;
then
he
and
Minho
pulled
on
their
backpacks
and
entered
the
Maze
.
Thomas
and
Minho
did
n't
stop
until
they
were
halfway
to
the
last
dead
end
of
Section
Eight
.
They
made
good
time
--
Thomas
was
glad
for
his
wristwatch
,
with
the
skies
being
gray
--
because
it
quickly
became
obvious
that
the
walls
had
n't
moved
from
the
day
before
.
Everything
was
exactly
the
same
.
There
was
no
need
for
Mapmaking
or
taking
notes
;
their
only
task
was
to
get
to
the
end
and
start
making
their
way
back
,
searching
for
things
previously
unnoticed
--
anything
.
Minho
allowed
a
twenty-minute
break
and
then
they
were
back
at
it
.
They
were
silent
as
they
ran
.
Minho
had
taught
Thomas
that
speaking
only
wasted
energy
,
so
he
concentrated
on
his
pace
and
his
breaths
.
Regular
.
Even
.
In
,
out
.
In
,
out
.
Deeper
and
deeper
into
the
Maze
they
went
,
with
only
their
thoughts
and
the
sounds
of
their
feet
thumping
against
the
hard
stone
floor
.
In
the
third
hour
,
Teresa
surprised
him
,
speaking
in
his
mind
from
back
in
the
Glade
.
We
're
making
progress
--
found
a
couple
more
words
already
.
But
none
of
it
makes
sense
yet
.
