Thomas had a depressing - and scary - thought. 'Am I . . . replacing someone? Did somebody get killed?' Minho shook his head. 'No, we're just training you - someone'll want a break. Don't worry, it's been a while since a Runner was killed.' For some reason that last statement worried Thomas, though he hoped it didn't show on his face.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

If you ain’t scared… you ain’t human.

Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.

Yeah, right," Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once." Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. "There, you happy?" "Dude," he responded. "You are one ugly shank.

But there was something about the largest object in the solar system vanishing that tended to disrupt normal schedules.

You get lazy, you get sad. Start givin' up. Plain and simple.