Next Time I'll Pat You On The

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.

Minho Looked At Thomas, A Serious Expression On His Face. "if I Don't See You On The Other Side," He Said In A Sappy Voice, "remember That I Love You.

I Was Just Kidding, Shuck-face," Minho Said. "let's All Go Over There. She Could Have An Army Of Psycho Girl Ninjas Hiding In That Shack Of Hers." "psycho Girl Ninjas?" Newt Repeated, His Voice Showing He Was Surprised, If Not Annoyed, By Minho's Additude.

I Don't Think Anything's More Rewarding Than Hearing That You've Helped Someone Gain A Love Of Reading.

He Didn't Care About The Others Anymore. The Chaos Around Him Seemed To Siphon Away His Humanity, Turn Him Into An Animal. All He Wanted Was To Survive, Make It To That Building, Get Inside. Live. Gain Another Day.