Thomas felt a rush of different emotions: relief that it had worked, surprise, excitement, wonder
at what it could lead to.
“Man,” Minho said, summing up Thomas’s feelings with one word.
“Could be a coincidence,” Teresa said. “Do more, quick.”
Thomas did, putting together the eight pages of each day, in order from Section One to Section
Eight. Each time, an obvious letter formed in the center of the crisscrossed mass of lines. After
the F was an L, then an O, then an A, and a T. Then C … A … T.
“Look,” Thomas said, pointing down the line of stacks they’d formed, confused, but happy
that the letters were so obvious. “It spells FLOAT and then it spells CAT.”
“Float cat?” Newt asked. “Doesn’t sound like a bloody rescue code to me.”
“We just need to keep working,” Thomas said.
Another couple of combinations made them realize that the second word was actually CATCH.
FLOAT and CATCH.
“Definitely not a coincidence,” Minho said.
“Definitely not,” Thomas agreed. He couldn’t wait to see more.
Teresa gestured toward the storage closet. “We need to go through all of them—all those
boxes in there.”
“Yeah,” Thomas nodded. “Let’s get on it.”
“We can’t help,” Minho said.
All three of them looked at him. He returned their glares. “At least not me and Thomas here.
We need to get the Runners out in the Maze.”
“What?” Thomas asked. “This is way more important!”
“Maybe,” Minho answered calmly, “but we can’t miss a day out there. Not now.”
Thomas felt a rush of disappointment. Running the Maze seemed like such a waste of time
compared to figuring out the code. “Why, Minho? You said the pattern’s basically been
repeating itself for months—one more day won’t mean a thing.”
Minho slammed his hand against the table. “That’s bullcrap, Thomas! Of all days, this might
be the most important to get out there. Something might’ve changed, something might’ve opened
up. In fact, with the freaking walls not closing anymore, I think we should try your idea—stay
out there overnight and do some deeper exploring.”
That piqued Thomas’s interest—he had been wanting to do that. Conflicted, he asked, “But
what about this code? What about—”
“Tommy,” Newt said in a consoling voice. “Minho’s right. You shanks go out and get
Runnin’. I’ll round up some Gladers we can trust and get workin’ on this.” Newt sounded more
like a leader than ever before.
“Me too,” Teresa agreed. “I’ll stay and help Newt.”
Thomas looked at her. “You sure?” He was itching to figure out the code himself, but he
decided Minho and Newt were right.
She smiled and folded her arms. “If you’re going to decipher a hidden code from a complex
set of different mazes, I’m pretty sure you need a girl’s brain running the show.” Her grin turned
into a smirk.
“If you say so.” He folded his own arms, staring at her with a smile, suddenly not wanting to
leave again.
“Good that.” Minho nodded and turned to go. “Everything’s fine and dandy. Come on.” He
started toward the door, but stopped when he realized Thomas wasn’t behind him.
“Don’t worry, Tommy,” Newt said. “Your girlfriend will be fine.” Thomas felt a million
thoughts go through his head in that moment. An itch to learn the code, embarrassment at what
Newt thought of him and Teresa, the intrigue of what they might find out in the Maze—and fear.
But he pushed it all aside. Without even saying goodbye, he finally followed Minho and they
went up the stairs.
Thomas helped Minho gather the Runners to give them the news and organize them for the big
journey. He was surprised at how readily everyone agreed that it was time to do some more indepth
exploring of the Maze and stay out there overnight. Even though he was nervous and
scared, he told Minho he could take one of the sections himself, but the Keeper refused. They
had eight experienced Runners to do that. Thomas was to go with him—which made Thomas so
relieved he was almost ashamed of himself.
He and Minho packed their backpacks with more supplies than usual; there was no telling how
long they’d be out there. Despite his fear, Thomas couldn’t help being excited as well—maybe
this was the day they’d find an exit.
He and Minho were stretching their legs by the West Door when Chuck walked over to say
goodbye.
“I’d go with you,” the boy said in a far too jovial voice, “but I don’t wanna die a gruesome
death.”
Thomas laughed, surprising himself. “Thanks for the words of encouragement.”
“Be careful,” Chuck said, his tone quickly melting into genuine concern. “I wish I could help
you guys.”
Thomas was touched—he bet that if it really came down to it, Chuck would go out there if he
were asked to. “Thanks, Chuck. We’ll definitely be careful.”
Minho grunted. “Being careful hasn’t gotten us squat. It’s all or nothing now, baby.”
“We better get going,” Thomas said. Butterflies swarmed in his gut, and he just wanted to
move, to quit thinking about it. After all, going out in the Maze was no worse than staying in the
Glade with open Doors. Though the thought didn’t make him feel much better.
“Yeah,” Minho responded evenly. “Let’s go.”
“Well,” Chuck said, looking down at his feet before returning his gaze to Thomas. “Good
luck. If your girlfriend gets lonely for you, I’ll give her some lovin’.”
Thomas rolled his eyes. “She’s not my girlfriend, shuck-face.”
“Wow,” Chuck said. “You’re already using Alby’s dirty words.” He was obviously trying hard
to pretend he wasn’t scared of all the recent developments, but his eyes revealed the truth.
“Seriously, good luck.”
“Thanks, that means a lot,” Minho answered with his own eye roll. “See ya, shank.”
“Yeah, see ya,” Chuck muttered, then turned to walk away.
Thomas felt a pang of sadness—it was possible he might never see Chuck or Teresa or any of
them again. A sudden urge gripped him. “Don’t forget my promise!” he yelled. “I’ll get you
home!”
Chuck turned and gave him a thumbs-up; his eyes glimmered with tears.
Thomas flipped up double thumbs; then he and Minho pulled on their backpacks and entered
the Maze.
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