Tomorrow," Minho Added. "somehow, Some Way.

Thomas: Is It [my Brain] Fixed? Brenda: It Worked, Judging From The Fact That You're Not Trying To Kill Us Anymore.

She Smiled For The First Time, And He Almost Had To Look Away, As If Something That Nice Didn’t Belong In Such A Glum And Gray Place, As If He Had No Right To Look At Her Expression.

Bluh-huh-huh" Minho Groaned, A Shudder Of Repulsion, Like He'd Just Stepped In A Pile Of Klunk.

I Don't Give A Crap If You're A Tangent Or A Really Smart Llama. You're My Friend And That's All That Matters

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?