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In the following days Newt observed the girl from a distance. She seemed to finally settle in. She'd become quieter, too. She had assisted the Med-Jacks as well as the Bricknicks by now without saying much, without causing any trouble. During meals she usually ate alone, and when there was nothing else to do she wasn't to be seen anywhere. Newt suspected that she spent her time in the small wood at the deadheads, where she had built herself a rough tree house, consisting of some planks tied to the tree's branches.
His leg had finally healed. Since yesterday he had taken up some training, push-ups, sprints. And tomorrow he'd be in the Maze again.
Newt felt melancholic. And he could not even name a reason.