Too bad we don't have a flashlight." "Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.

She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she’d exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions.

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

Sometimes they do things to make me do the opposite of what they think, I think, they think, I am going to do.

Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn't make sense, he thought. I don't even know her name.

Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank?