No more pizza? Thomas didn’t believe it. He ran to the frat house and found Spatula.
“Are you sure they’ve stopped delivering?” said Thomas. “Maybe this is just their way of saying they want bigger tips.”
“I’m sure,” said Spatula. “The delivery number’s been disconnected.”
Everything was falling apart. No more food. No more sky. And Teresa had been taken into custody.
Thomas knew there was only one thing to do.
He ran to the fridge and ate as much of the leftover pizza as he could fit in his stomach. He ate 17 slices total, and then hid another 60 in his pants.
But Thomas knew there was something else he needed to do.
He needed to remember.
The familiar sound of the walls closing filled the Sausage Fest. Thomas ran to one of the openings and stepped into the Maze.
