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The
tower
of
thick
mist
began
to
move
toward
him
--
or
he
was
moving
toward
it
,
he
could
n't
tell
--
increasing
its
speed
at
an
alarming
rate
.
Where
seconds
before
he
'd
been
able
to
see
the
distinct
form
of
the
funnel
,
he
now
could
see
only
a
flat
expanse
of
white
.
And
then
it
consumed
him
;
he
felt
his
mind
taken
by
the
mist
,
felt
memories
flood
into
his
thoughts
.
Everything
else
turned
into
pain
.
"
Thomas
.
"
The
voice
was
distant
,
warbled
,
like
an
echo
in
a
long
tunnel
.
"
Thomas
,
can
you
hear
me
?
"
He
did
n't
want
to
answer
.
His
mind
had
shut
down
when
it
could
no
longer
take
the
pain
;
he
feared
it
would
all
return
if
he
allowed
himself
back
into
consciousness
.
He
sensed
light
on
the
other
side
of
his
eyelids
,
but
knew
it
would
be
unbearable
to
open
them
.
He
did
nothing
.
"
Thomas
,
it
's
Chuck
.
Are
you
okay
?
Please
do
n't
die
,
dude
.
"
Everything
came
crashing
back
into
his
mind
.
The
Glade
,
the
Grievers
,
the
stinging
needle
,
the
Changing
.
Memories
.
The
Maze
could
n't
be
solved
.
Their
only
way
out
was
something
they
'd
never
expected
.
Something
terrifying
.
He
was
crushed
with
despair
.
Groaning
,
he
forced
his
eyes
open
,
squinting
at
first
.
Chuck
's
pudgy
face
was
there
,
staring
with
frightened
eyes
.
But
then
they
lit
up
and
a
smile
spread
across
his
face
.
Despite
it
all
,
despite
the
terrible
crappiness
of
it
all
,
Chuck
smiled
.
