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  Minho was the last to take a seat, right next to Brenda. "Okay, tell us about your adventures with the aliens in their big bad spaceship. "

  "You sure about this?" Thomas asked. "How many days left to get over those mountains, to the safe haven?"

  "Five days, dude. But you know we can't go tramping around in this sun with nothing to protect us. You're gonna talk, then we're gonna sleep, then we're all gonna bust our humps walking all night. Get on it. "

  "Good that," Thomas said, wondering what they'd been doing while he was away, but realizing it didn't matter all that much. "Save all your questions till the end, children. " When not a single person laughed, or even smiled, he coughed and hurried on. "It was WICKED that came and got me. I kept passing out, but they took me to some doctors who totally fixed me up. I heard them saying something about how it wasn't supposed to happen, how the gun had been a factor they hadn't expected. The bullet set off a nasty infection in me, and I guess they felt pretty strongly that it wasn't time for me to die. "

  Blank faces stared back at him.

  Thomas knew it would be hard for them to accept?even after he'd told the whole story. "Just telling you what I heard. "

  He went on to explain more. Every detail of what he could remember, and about the odd bedside conversation he'd listened in on. Things about killzone patterns and Candidates. More about the Variables. None of it had made much sense the first time around, and it made even less now as he tried to recall it word for word. The Gladers?plus Jorge and Brenda?looked as frustrated as he felt.

  "Well, that really cleared things up," Minho finally said. "Must have something to do with all those signs about you in the city. "

  Thomas shrugged. "Glad to know you're so happy to see me alive. "

  "Hey, if you wanna be the leader, no skin off my back. I am happy to see you alive. "

  "No thanks. You keep it. "

  Minho didn't respond. Thomas couldn't deny that the signs weighed heavily on him?what did it really mean that WICKED wanted him to be the leader? And what should he do about it?

  Newt got to his feet, his face in a deep scowl of concentration. "So we're all potential candidates for something. And maybe the purpose of all the buggin' klunk we've been through is to weed out those who don't qualify. But for some reason the whole gun-and-rusty-bullet thing wasn't part of the . . . normal tests. Or Variables, whatever. If Thomas is gonna croak and die, it wasn't supposed to come from a bloody infection. "

  Thomas pursed his lips and nodded. Sounded like a great summary to him.

  "What this means is that they're watching us," Minho said. "Just like they did in the Maze. Has anyone seen a beetle blade running around anywhere?"

  Several Gladers shook their heads.

  "What the hell's a beetle blade?" Jorge asked.

  Thomas answered. "Little mechanical lizard things that spied on us with cameras in the Maze. "

  Jorge rolled his eyes. "Of course. Sorry I asked. "

  "The Maze was definitely some kind of indoor facility," Aris said. "But there's just no way we're inside something anymore. Though they could be using satellites or long-range cameras, I guess. "

  Jorge cleared his throat. "What is it about Thomas that makes him so special? Those signs in the city about him being the real leader, them swooping in here and saving his butt when he got all sicky-sicky. " He looked at Thomas. "I'm not trying to be mean, muchacho?I'm just curious. What makes you better than the rest of your buddies?"

  "I'm not special," Thomas said, even though he knew he was hiding something. He just didn't know what. "You heard what they said. We have lots of ways to die out here, but that gun shouldn't be one of them. I think they would've saved anybody who'd gotten shot. It wasn't about me?it was the bullet that messed things up. "

  "Still," Jorge replied with a smirk. "I think I'll stay close to you from here on. "

  A few more discussions broke out, but Minho didn't let them last long. He insisted that they all needed sleep if they were planning on marching through the night. Thomas didn't complain?he'd grown more tired with every passing second of sitting in that hot air on that hot ground. Maybe it was his body healing, maybe just the heat. Either way, sleep called to him.

  They didn't have blankets or pillows, so Thomas curled up on the ground in the very spot where he'd been sitting, resting his head on his folded arms. Brenda somehow ended up right next to him, though she didn't say anything, and she certainly didn't touch him. Thomas didn't know if he'd ever figure her out.

  He sucked in a long, slow breath, closed his eyes, then welcomed the rest, welcomed that heavy feeling of slumber as it started pulling him into its depths. The sounds around him seemed to fade away, the air to thicken. A calm came over him, then sleep.

  The sun was still blazing in the sky when a voice sounded in his mind, waking him up.

  A girl's voice.

  Teresa.

  After days and days of utter silence, Teresa started talking to him telepathically, all at once, a rush of words.

  Tom, don't even try to talk back, just listen. Something terrible is going to happen to you tomorrow. An awful, awful thing. You're gonna be hurt and you're gonna be scared. But you have to trust me. No matter what happens, no matter what you see, no matter what you hear, no matter what you think. You have to trust me. I won't be able to talk to you.

  She paused, but Thomas was so stunned and trying so hard to understand what she'd said?make sure he remembered it?that he couldn't get a word in before she started up again.

  I have to go. You won't hear from me for a while.

  Another pause.

  Not until we're back together.

  He fumbled for something to say, but her voice and her presence slipped away, leaving him empty once more.

  CHAPTER 43

  It took a long time for Thomas to find sleep again.

  He had no doubt it had been Teresa. None at all. Just like before when they'd spoken to each other, he'd felt her presence, sensed her emotions. She'd been with him, even if it had been for such a short time. And when she left, it was like opening up that vast void within all over again. As if during the days since her disappearance a thick liquid had slowly seeped in and filled that chamber, only to have it all sucked out again when she came and went.

  What had she meant, anyway? Something awful was going to happen to him, but he needed to trust her? He couldn't wrap his mind around that enough for it to make any sense. And as awful as her warning sounded, his thoughts kept drifting to the last part, about them being together again. Was that some string of false hope? Or did it mean she thought he'd make it through the bad thing and end up okay? Reunited with her? Possibilities raced through his mind, but they all seemed to hit a depressing dead end.

  The day only got hotter and hotter as he tossed and turned, haunted by his thoughts. He'd almost grown used to Teresa's being gone, which made him sick to his stomach. To make it worse, he felt like he'd betrayed her by letting Brenda become his friend, by growing so close to her.

  Ironically, his first instinct was to reach out and wake Brenda, talk to her about it. Was that wrong? He felt so frustrated and stupid he wanted to scream.

  All great for someone trying to fall back asleep in the miserable heat.

  The sun had trudged halfway to the horizon before he finally did.

  He felt a little better in the late evening when Newt shook him awake. Teresa's brief visit to his mind seemed like a dream now. He could almost believe it had never happened.

  "Sleep well, Tommy?" Newt asked. "How's that shoulder?"

  Thomas sat up, rubbed his eyes. Though he couldn't have slept for more than three or four hours, his sleep had been deep and undisturbed. He rubbed his shoulder to test it and was surprised all over again. "Feels really good, actually?aches a little, but not much. Hard to believe I was hurtin' so bad before. "

  Newt looked around at the Gladers pr
eparing to leave, then back at Thomas. "Feels like we haven't talked much since leaving the bloody dorm. Not much time to sit around and sip tea, I guess. "

  "Yeah. " For some reason this made Thomas think of Chuck, and all the pain of his death came rushing back. Which just made him hate the people behind all this all over again. The line from Teresa came back to him. "I don't see how WICKED can be good. "

  "Huh?"

  "Remember what Teresa had written on her arm when she first woke up? Or did you even know about that? It said WICKED is good. I'm just finding that hard to believe. " The sarcasm in his voice wasn't subtle.

  Newt had a strange smile on his face. "Well, they just saved your buggin' life. "

  "Yeah, they're real saints. " Thomas couldn't deny he was confused. They had saved his life. He also knew he'd worked for them. But what it all meant, he had no idea.

  Brenda, who had been stirring in her sleep, now finally sat up, letting out a big yawn. "Morning. Or evening. Whatever. "

  "Another day alive," Thomas answered, then realized Newt might have no idea who Brenda was. He really had no idea what had happened in the group since he'd been shot. "I'm assuming you guys had time to get to know each other? If not, Brenda, this is Newt. Newt, Brenda. "

  "Yeah, we know already. " Newt reached out and shook her hand mockingly. "But thanks again for making sure this bloody sissy didn't get his butt killed while you two were out partying. "

  The barest hint of a smile flashed across her face. "Partying. Yeah. I especially loved the part where we had people trying to cut our noses off. " A look flashed across her face, part embarrassment, part despair. "Guess it won't be long before I'm one of those psychos. "

  Thomas didn't know how to respond to that. "You're probably not that much farther along than us. Remember that?"

  Brenda wouldn't let him finish. "Yeah, I know. You guys are gonna take me to the magical cure. I know. " She got up then, the conversation obviously over.

  Thomas looked at Newt, who shrugged. Then, as he got to his knees, he leaned in and whispered, "She your new girlfriend? I'm telling Teresa. " He snickered to himself and was gone.

  Thomas sat there for a minute, overwhelmed by it all. Teresa, Brenda, his friends. The warning he'd received. The Flare. The fact that they only had a few days to cross those mountains. WICKED. Whatever waited for them at the safe haven and in the future.

  Too much. It was all too much.

  He had to stop thinking. He was hungry, and that he could solve. So he got up and went searching for something to eat. And Frypan didn't disappoint.

  They set off just as the sun dipped below the horizon, making the dusty orange land look almost purple. Thomas was cramped and tired, itching to walk off some steam and loosen his muscles.

  The mountains slowly became jagged peaks of shadow, growing taller and taller as they walked. There were no real foothills to speak of; the flat valley just stretched forward until the ground erupted toward the sky in sheer cliffs and steep slopes. All brown and ugly, lifeless. Thomas hoped an obvious path would present itself once they'd made it that far.

  No one spoke much as they marched along. Brenda stayed close but quiet. She didn't even talk to Jorge. Thomas hated how it was now. How suddenly everything was awkward between him and Brenda. He liked her, probably more than he liked anyone else now besides Newt and Minho. And Teresa, of course.

  Newt approached him after darkness had fallen, the stars and moon their only guides. Their light was enough?you didn't need much when the ground was flat and all you had to do was walk toward the looming wall of rock in front of you. The crunch crunch crunch of their footsteps on the earth filled the air.

  "Been thinkin'," Newt said.

  "About what?" Thomas didn't really care; he was just glad to have someone to talk to and get his mind off things.

  "WICKED. Ya know, they broke their own bloody rules with you. "

  "How's that?"

  "They said there were no rules. Said we had so much time to get to the bloody safe haven and that was that. No rules. People dying left and right, then they come down in a buggin' monster flying thing and save your butt. Doesn't make sense. " He paused. "Not that I'm complaining?I'm glad you're alive and all. "

  "Gee, thanks. " Thomas knew it was a good point, but he was tired of thinking about it.

  "And then there were all those signs in the city. Weird. "

  Thomas looked over at Newt, barely able to see his friend's face. "What, you jealous or something?" he asked, trying to make a joke out of it. Trying to ignore the fact that the signs had to be a big deal.

  Newt laughed. "No, you shank. Just dying to know what's really going on around here. What this is really all about. "

  "Yeah. " Thomas nodded. He couldn't agree more. "The lady said only a few of us were good enough to be Candidates. And she did say I was the best Candidate, and they didn't want me dying from something they hadn't planned. But I don't know what it all means. Has something to do with all that klunk about killzone patterns. "

  They walked on for a minute or so before Newt spoke again. "Not worth bustin' our brains about, I guess. What's gonna happen'll happen. "

  Thomas almost told him then about what Teresa had said in his mind, but for some reason it just didn't feel right.

  He stayed silent, and eventually Newt drifted away until once again Thomas walked alone in the dark.

  A couple of hours passed before he had another conversation, this time with Minho. A lot of words flew back and forth between them, but in the end they hadn't really said much. Just passing time, rehashing the same questions they'd all gone over in their minds a million times.