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Chapter 42

           "Whatisthis,kiddiecrafttime?"Minhohelduptheknifeandlookedatitwithdisgust."Whydon’tyoujusttelluswhattheklunkwe’redoingthisfor?"

           "I’mdoneexplaining,"Thomassaid,knowingtheyjusthadtoseewhathewaspicturinginhismind.Hestoodtogorummagethroughthestoragecloset."It’llbeeasiertoshowyou.IfI’mwrong,I’mwrong,andwecangobacktorunningaroundtheMazelikemice."

           Minhosighed,clearlyirritated,thenmutteredsomethingunderhisbreath.Teresahadstayedquietforawhile,butshespokeupinsideThomas’shead.

           IthinkIknowwhatyou’redoing.Brilliant,actually.

           Thomaswasstartled,buthetriedhisbesttocoveritup.Heknewhehadtopretendhedidn’thavevoicesinhisheadtheotherswouldthinkhewasalunatic.

           Just...come...help...me,hetriedtosayback,thinkingeachwordseparately,tryingtovisualizethemessage,sendit.Butshedidn’trespond.

           "Teresa,"hesaidaloud."Canyouhelpmeasecond?"Henoddedtowardthecloset.

           Thetwoofthemwentintothedustylittleroomandopenedupalltheboxes,grabbingasmallstackofMapsfromeachone.Returningtothetable,ThomasfoundthatMinhohadcuttwentysheetsalready,makingamessypiletohisrightashethreweachnewpieceontop.

           Thomassatdownandgrabbedafew.Heheldoneofthepapersuptothelight,sawhowitshonethroughwithamilkyglow.Itwasexactlywhatheneeded.

           Hegrabbedamarker."Allright,everybodytracethelasttenorsodaysontoapieceofthisstuff.

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