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The creaking of the whickered door echoed in the stillness of the Medjack hut as Thomas, Minho, and Newt stepped inside. The dim light filtering through the small window cast shadows over the girl lying on the cot. The three Medjacks had been keeping watch over her, attempting to gather any information they could about her condition. Their faces were a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Newt's brow furrowed with unease as he gazed at the girl. "Why hasn't she woken up yet?" he asked, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. "What's wrong with her?"
Jeff shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey man, I got my job the same way you did."
Madylin couldn't tear her eyes away from the girl's face, her features peaceful in sleep. How did she know Thomas's name? Why did she seem so familiar?
Thomas found himself drawn to the girl's bedside, studying her intently. The redhead watched him closely, sensing a flicker of recognition in his eyes – a memory he couldn't quite grasp.
"Do either of you recognize her?" Newt turned his attention to Thomas and Madylin, gesturing towards the unconscious girl.
The freckled girl shook her head, chewing nervously on her cheek. Thomas followed suit, clenching his jaw tightly.
"But she recognized you," he pointed out, his gaze landing on Thomas.
Thomas shifted his weight uncomfortably, glancing towards the crumpled note in Newt's hand. "What about the note?" he interjected, trying to change the subject since he was just as confused and uncomfortable as everyone else.
Newt hesitated before glancing at the paper and then back at them. "We'll deal with the note later," he said, firmly.
"We can't just ignore it," Madylin countered sassily.
Thomas nodded solemnly in agreement. "I agree."
Newt's eyes met her, a silent plea for patience, then looked towards the closed doors of the hut. "We have enough on our plate as it is," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
Jeff's eyes followed Newt's gaze and then flicked back to the group. "He's right, Newt. The Box isn't coming back up," he murmured, "How long do you think we'll last?"
