I finish cutting my hair, but I do not lock the mirror. I catch the serum memory of my pocket, and I hear someone climbing the stairs.

Christina.

She looks at my hand, and before she could speak, I speak. "Get out Christina. You will not be able to stop me."

"I doubt you will hit me." She says. "Your not a coward, Four!"

"It's my choice, not yours!", I move the serum to my head.

"She would not want to see you doing this! As a coward!"

"Do not talk about Tris! She's dead! Tobias Eaton too!"

"You will not do that.", She moves forward. I take a step back. "You are not that kind of person!"

"I choose who I am. Now get out." I point to the stairs with serum.

She turns, and on the first step, she play the last words on me. "Be brave. You taught me that."

And she goes, leaving me alone. I take my text out of my pocket, and land it on the table, so I could see it first, when my memory is erased.

Serum is already in my neck. Does not hurt. It removes the pain.

I look around the lonely house in gray. I'm lost. How can I be lost? Where am I?

My eyes move to a table near. There is a text above. I read.

This is your home. Your name is Tobias Johnson, you live in a broken city. You should look for Johanna Reyes, and follow her outside the fence that surrounds the city. Outside, look for Evelyn Johnson. She is your mother and closest ally. Your father is dead. You live in a world of different people with different genes. But you must respect everyone. Your history is erased by a choice made for and by yourself. Do not ask anyone your story, and help a family with a guy named Zeke. Just trust someone, if you are sure it will help you. Be brave.

Johanna Reyes, Evelyn Johnson, Zeke. These names surround my head as before memories, memories that I'll never get again.

"Tobias? Can I talk to you?" Asks a familiar voice. I turn, and even little knowing who the man is, some memories will never leave me alone. I take a step back.

"Who are you?" when I see his old face, it's confusing.

"Who am I? Tobias, what have you done?" he looks at the ground, and I follow his eyes. There is glass with a pointed end on the ground, something that I know was holding.

The man's face is wild. But then magically transformed into calm, as if he put a mask. "I am Marcus Eaton. I can help you."

We shook hands.