I don't know how long it takes me to realize that isn't going to happen, that she is gone. But when I do I feel all the strength go out or me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more…

"Tobias," she says, and I look up. She is not moving, but she is speaking. "It isn't real, Tobias. None of this is real."

"Tris?" I stand up. Her eyes are open, but they are glassed over. They are dead.

Her lips don't open as she talks, "This is just a fear landscape. Think about it, Tobias. What do you really fear?"

I don't know what I really fear. Maybe I never did. All I know is that seeing her body, stiff, in the morgue was the biggest terror I have ever known.

"It isn't real. You are still a Dauntless, and I am still alive. The factions are all together, and there is nothing outside the fence. We are okay, we are not being controlled. Jeanine isn't killing anyone, and my brother would never betray me. And everyone is okay, Tobias. Everyone is okay."

"How can I know that?" I cry to her silent face.

"Just kiss me, Five, and you'll know." And I do. I feel weird at first, with all of these people watching me, but then I realize that nobody else heard her and she is talking to only me. I kiss her harder then, pushing her cold lips apart and making them warm with my own. I kiss her until she finally- She finally kisses me back.

And then I am awake, and I am in the fear control room, and I am looking at her in awe.

"I thought you only had four fears," she breathes heavily.

"How did you-"

"I saw the look in your eyes," she says. "You expected it to end after four. It makes sense as to what they call you that."

I nod slowly.

"Where did that last fear come from?" she asks carefully.

I shake my head.

"It was pretty intense, wasn't it?"

I can only nod again. "Well, say something," she looks expectantly at me.

"Five," I clear my throat. "Five isn't a bad number."

She laughs, "Just don't make me go in there again."

I look down, "I don't think I'll ever go in there again."

"Hey," she says softly. "We got through it."

I lift my head and slip my fingers through her hair, tucking it behind an ear. We stare at each other in silence. My fingers move absently, yet purposefully over a lock of her hair. "You got me through it," I say finally.

"Well." She swallows. "It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears." She drops her hands and wipes them down the front of her pants. I've noticed she does that a lot.

I lace my fingers with hers. "Come on," I says. "I have something else to show you."