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Chapter 1

We drive past the fences and stop by the front doors, which are no longer manned by guards. We get out, and Zeke seizes his mother's hand to steady her as she shuffles through the snow. As we walk into the compound, I know for a fact that Caleb succeeded, because there is no one in sight. That can only mean that they have reset, their memories altered forever.

"Where is everyone?" Amar says.

We walk through the abandoned security checkpoint without stopping. On the other side, I see Cara. The side of her face is badly bruised, and there's a bandage on her head, but that's not what concerns me. What concerns me is the troubled look on her face.

"What is it?" I say.

Cara shakes her head.

"Where's Tris?" I say.

"I'm sorry, Tobias."

"Sorry about what?" Christina says roughly. "Tell us what happened!"

"After Caleb went into the weapons lab, Tris went after him. Caleb only just survived the death serum but was shot by David. When Tris came in she had him at gunpoint, Caleb found enough strength to get up and set off the memory serum but David turned and shot her. She has survived but she is in a coma. The doctors say she hardly has any chance of survival."

"No," Christina says, shaking her head. "No way. There has to be some mistake."

Cara's eyes well up with tears.

Its then that I realize: Of course Tris would go, she probably wanted to go instead of him in the first place.

Christina yells something, but to me her voice sounds muffled, like I have submerged my head underwater. The details of Cara's face have also become difficult to see, the world smearing together into dull colours.

All I can do is stand still - I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right. Christina hunches over, unable to support her own pain, and Cara embraces her, and all I'm doing is standing still.

We give Zeke and his mother time to grieve but soon enough they make the courageous decision to turn of Uriah's life support system. His mother holds one of Uriah's hand and the other is on the side of his face, Zeke is holding Uriah's other hand and is speaking to him. The sound is muffled and I don't understand what he is saying but there are tears in his eyes from what he is saying to his dying brother.

When they leave his side and walk towards the door their facial expressions change. They are no longer grieving, no longer angry, no longer in pain. They now look all right but sad, at peace.

Christina has tears in her eyes and is quietly sobbing, this is all too much for her: Too many people dying. Will, Marlene, Lynn, Uriah...and Tris. No one believes she will live but we do, we all do.

The door open and Zeke has a smile on his face: I can tell that it is fake. It soon fades once he sees Christina. He embraces her and whispers something into her ear: Something about being strong. They pull away from each other and Zeke locks eyes with me.

"You ready?" He asks.

I shake my head. I don't want to see Tris's limp body. Lying there, unmoving.

"Ok," He understands how I feel. "We will go see Caleb first."

We walk in a line down a corridor that leads to where Caleb is being held in the hospital. I feel that he will remind me of Tris.

Cara pushes the door open and we pile into the room. Caleb is sat up and is staring at me, my eyes lock onto his and I realize that he looks nothing like her.

"How are you feeling?" Asks Cara.

He nods slightly, he looks like he is in pain. "Better, I guess." He speaks slowly and chooses his words carefully, "I can't complain about the conditions I am in, can I?"

I feel him staring at me as I look down at the floor, I look up to find most of the room looking at me. "No you can't complain," I say coldly. "She should be alive, not you."

"You think I don't know that?" He snaps. "I know she should be alive and that I shouldn't. I didn't know she would come after me but she did and I couldn't do anything about that." Tears are forming in his eyes, if I didn't know him I would believe they were real, but I do. "Beatrice was from Abnegation and that is why she came after me, you all know that."

"Her name is Tris." Reply's Christina viciously. "Yes she was from Abnegation but she is our family." She grabs mine and Zeke's hand. "You will not touch a hair on her head without getting through us first. You don't deserve to be her brother." Christina pulls us out and slams the door behind us.

Zeke stares at her bewildered. She nods proudly at herself. "Sorry about that but it was what we were all thinking." And she is right. I walk towards her and wrap my arms around her tightly, she does the same. "You can be in pain, Four. Its only us." She whispers.

"Thank you," I reply. "For everything." I release her and the three of us begin to walk to Tris's hospital room. I hear a door open and shut behind us and the sound of footsteps running towards us. Cara. She silently joins us and walks beside Christina. No one says anything to each other.

This is my first time seeing Tris. When we first arrived we went straight to Uriah. Now I'm going to see her for the first time since I said goodbye. This time I will be saying hello but there will be no one to reply back to me.

We reach the door and my body freezes. I don't want to see her like this but there is no other way. I feel a hand move into mine. It feels rough and is small compared to mine. Christina squeezes my hand and my grip tightens around hers. "Remember Four, its is only us."

Cara opens the door and Christina pulls me in. I don't get far into the room, only enough to allow the door to shut without hitting me.

Unlike Caleb, Tris is lying on her back and isn't looking at me. Her hands are on her chest, one on top of the other. Her blonde hair has been combed and is lying flat on the pillow. One side of her face is bruised and the other side has a cut running down her cheek. One...two...three...four stiches holding her skin together. They have shut her eyes, why do people make death look like sleeping? No. She isn't dead and she won't be. She will survive because she is brave and will never give up.

My feet remain planted on the floor. I just stand still, my eyes wandering over her unmoving body.

Christina walks beside her and touches her hand. The lack of movement from Tris makes her burst into tears. She is unable to hold herself up and sinks to her knees. Christina hides her faces with her hands, the sobbing is continuous as though she doesn't breath.

Cara helps her to her feet and takes Christina out of the room to calm down.

"Do you want me to go?" Asks Zeke.

I shake my head sternly. "If you leave I will do exactly what Christina just did." I don't usually cry but I don't know how else to release how I feel.

"You can touch her you know," Zeke is standing beside her holding one of hands, its seems to be comforting him somehow. "She is warm and still is Tris, not some stranger you don't know."

I walk up to her bed. My hand drags across the bed sheets, I stop by her arm and my hand hovers over hers. I look at Zeke and he nods at me.

I let my hand cover hers and take it in mine. Its small and smooth: Just like it was before. I have to keep remind myself that she is alive, that her body is just trying to repair itself. But sometimes its so hard to believe that she is alive and that she will one day throw her arms around me like she did before. But today is not that day.

We sit and stand around her: Christina, Zeke, Cara and I. None of us know what to say to each other. We sit there for a hour, in a sort of comfortable silence. To some people Tris looks at peace but to me I know that she is wanting to run and scream and join in with Dauntless stunts like she used to.

When the doctor comes in we leave, he will just tell us that she wont survive but we all know she will.

"We should get some fresh air," suggests Zeke. "It will help clear our minds." We all nod in unison.

As we walk to security checkpoint. We see two figures coming closer to us. One is short and has her hair pulled away from her face, which shows a scar on one side. Johanna. The other is tall and slim. She wears odd clothes and I recognise her instantly. Evelyn.

The others stop but I continue to walk towards her. A smile starts to come across her face but then fades quickly as she sees me. We stop in front of each other and I stare at her.

"Tobias?" She searches my face for answers. She gasps and puts a hand across her mouth. "Is Tris..?"

"No," I shake my head. "Coma." I couldn't describe what I saw in the hospital room: I didn't want to remember the way she looked.

In a swift movement Evelyn wraps her arms around me and pulls me tightly against her. I don't move my arms but I bury my face into her shoulder and let the tears stream down my face. She doesn't seem to mind about me getting her shirt damp, instead she allows me to release my emotions as she holds me.

My sobs although muffled by Evelyn's shirt are echoing around the room. This is the first real affection Evelyn has showed towards me for a while. I feel that I am being weak but there is no way that I can express my feelings other than crying.

When I have calmed myself enough, she pulls away from me. "You have to stay over night to sort out the future of our city. You will all help Johanna, then you will go back. I'm sure you will be able to take Tris with you and put her in the hospital there."

"What about you?" I question. She said about me and all my friends but she didn't say what she was going to do.

She smiles lightly, "I'm going to stay here for a while and help get everything sorted. I think I need some time away from our city and allow it to change before I can go back."

"But you don't need to stay here. They will be fine without you," I say. Deep down I don't want my mother to stay here, I want her to come with me.

"Oh Tobias, you will be just fine. Tris is always going to be with you." She touches a hand onto my chest: Across my heart. "I'll speak to you soon." And with that she walks away with Johanna.

I stare at the now empty space in front of me until I feel Christina put an arm around my body. I allow her to lead me through the corridors and back to our room.

All the beds that we used are scruffy and unmade. Christina leaves me at my bed and shows Zeke to a clean bed. No one touches Tris's bed that lies empty beside mine. No one touches Peter's or Caleb's bed: No one goes anywhere near them.

The room is so empty now. With no laughter echoing around it. No smell of muffins coming from the kitchen. I understand that it was Tris who got us through everyday but now she is not here. How are we going to survive? We will all help each other but we all need Tris.