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Chapter 45

           "I’msickofit!It’sover!It’sallover!"Hetookoffhisbackpackandthrewitontheground."There’snoexit,neverwas,neverwillbe.We’reallshucked."

           Thomaswatched,histhroatdry,asMinhostompedofftowardtheHomestead.ItworriedhimifMinhogaveup,theywereallinbigtrouble.

           Newtdidn’tsayaword.HeleftThomasstandingthere,nowinhisowndaze.DespairhungintheairlikethesmokefromtheMapRoom,thickandacrid.

           TheotherRunnersreturnedwithinthehour,andfromwhatThomasheard,noneofthemhadfoundanythingandthey’deventuallygivenupaswell.GlumfaceswereeverywherethroughouttheGlade,andmostoftheworkershadabandonedtheirdailyjobs.

           ThomasknewthatthecodeoftheMazewastheironlyhopenow.Ithadtorevealsomething.Ithadto.AndafteraimlesslywanderingtheGladetoheartheotherRunners’stories,hesnappedoutofhisfunk.

           Teresa?hesaidinhismind,closinghiseyes,asifthatwoulddothetrick.Whereareyou?Didyoufigureanythingout?

           Afteralongpause,healmostgaveup,thinkingitdidn’twork.

           Huh?Tom,didyousaysomething?

           Yeah,hesaid,excitedhe’dmadecontactagain.Canyouhearme?AmIdoingthisthingright?

           Sometimesit’schoppy,butit’sworking.Kindafreaky,huh?

           Thomasthoughtaboutthatactually,hewassortofgettingusedtoit.It’snotsobad.Areyouguysstillinthebasement?IsawNewtbutthenhedisappearedagain.

           Stillhere.NewthadthreeorfourGladershelpustracetheMaps.Ithinkwehavethecodeallfiguredout.

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