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Chapter 22

           Theboy’spacewaspickingup,butThomasstayedonhisheels,surprisedathowfamiliarhefeltwiththedirections,usuallyevenleaningintoturnsbeforeMinhoshowedtheway.

           "OkaythisSerum,"Thomassaid."I’veheardthatacoupleoftimesnow.Whatisthat?Andwheredoesitcomefrom?"

           "Justwhatitsoundslike,shank.It’saserum.TheGriefSerum."

           Thomasforcedoutapatheticlaugh."JustwhenIthinkI’velearnedeverythingaboutthisstupidplace.Whyisitcalledthat?AndwhyareGrieverscalledGrievers?"

           MinhoexplainedastheycontinuedthroughtheendlessturnsoftheMaze,neitheroneofthemleadingnow."Idon’tknowwherewegotthenames,buttheSerumcomesfromtheCreatorsorthat’swhatwecallthem,atleast.It’swiththesuppliesintheBoxeveryweek,alwayshasbeen.It’samedicineorantidoteorsomething,alreadyinsideamedicalsyringe,readytouse."Hemadeashowofstickinganeedleinhisarm."Stickthatsuckerinsomeonewho’sbeenstunganditsaves’em.TheygothroughtheChangingwhichsucksbutafterthat,they’rehealed."

           AminuteortwopassedinsilenceasThomasprocessedtheinformation;theymadeacouplemoreturns.HewonderedabouttheChanging,andwhatitmeant.Andforsomereason,hekeptthinkingofthegirl.

           "Weird,though,"Minhofinallycontinued."We’venevertalkedaboutthisbefore.Ifhe’sstillalive,there’sreallynoreasontothinkAlbycan’tbesavedbytheSerum.

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