Chapter 62

           ThomassharedabunkwithMinho,whoinsistedonsleepinguptop;NewtandFrypanwererightnexttothem.ThestaffputTeresaupinaseparateroom,shufflingherawaybeforeshecouldevensaygoodbye.Thomasmissedherdesperatelythreesecondsaftershewasgone.

           AsThomaswassettlingintothesoftmattressforthenight,hewasinterrupted.

           "Hey,Thomas,"Minhosaidfromabovehim.

           "Yeah?"Thomaswassotiredthewordbarelycameout.

           "WhatdoyouthinkhappenedtotheGladerswhostayedbehind?"

           Thomashadn’tthoughtaboutit.HismindhadbeenoccupiedwithChuckandnowTeresa."Idon’tknow.Butbasedonhowmanyofusdiedgettinghere,Iwouldn’tliketobeoneofthemrightnow.Grieversareprobablyswarmingalloverthem."Hecouldn’tbelievehownonchalanthisvoicesoundedashesaidit.

           "Youthinkwe’resafewiththesepeople?"Minhoasked.

           Thomasponderedthequestionforamoment.Therewasonlyoneanswertoholdonto."Yeah,Ithinkwe’resafe."

           Minhosaidsomethingelse,butThomasdidn’thear.Exhaustionconsuminghim,hismindwanderedtohisshorttimeintheMaze,histimeasaRunnerandhowmuchhe’dwantediteversincethatfirstnightintheGlade.Itfeltlikeahundredyearsago.Likeadream.

           Murmursofconversationfloatedthroughtheroom,buttoThomastheyseemedtocomefromanotherworld.Hestaredatthecrossedwoodenboardsofthebedabovehim,feelingthepullofsleep.ButwantingtotalktoTeresa,hefoughtitoff.

           How’syourroom?heaskedinhismind.Wishyouwereinhere.

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