She Paused. That's Just My

Thomas Swallowed, Wondering How He Could Ever Go Out There. His Desire To Become A Runner Had Taken A Major Blow. But He Had To Do It. Somehow He Knew He Had To Do It. It Was Such An Odd Thing To Feel, Especially After What He'd Just Seen... Thomas Knew He Was A Smart Kid- He Somehow Felt It In His Bones. But Nothing About This Place Made Any Sense. Except For One Thing. He Was Supposed To Be A Runner. Why Did He Feel That So Strongly? And Even Now, After Seeing What Lived In The Maze?

Can’t Take A Chance That One Day, In One Spot, Somewhere, An Exit Might Appear. We Can’t Give Up. Ever.

I've Been Shucked And Gone To Heaven.

I Do Love Ponies. Wish I Could Eat One Right Now.

Wonder Why We Can Do This,' He Called Out With His Mind. The Mental Effort Of Speaking To Her Was Already Straining—he Felt A Headache Forming Like A Bulge In His Brain. 'maybe We Were Lovers,' Teresa Said. Thomas Tripped And Crashed To The Ground. Smiling Sheepishly At Minho, Who’d Turned To Look Without Slowing, Thomas Got Back Up And Caught Up To Him. 'what?' He Finally Asked. He Sensed A Laugh From Her, A Watery Image Full Of Color.