I wake up. Confused, scared, crying with emotion. My first thought is Tris. Her beautiful eyes, her small waist, and dark blond hair. Someone is standing over me. It's Uriah. He just died. I watched him die. He speaks, it sounds fuzzy, like a bee is buzzing in my ear. Slowly his words start to come to focus. "Four", his words slurring a bit, but clear enough. He speaks again "Four". It sounds like a question, so I answer. "You died , I watched you die Uriah. "That was all a simulation, the erudite put you under and Tris saved you. She got shot in the leg while running," he must have saw the fear in my face "don't worry she's fine, she just has a limp to her walk." "Can I see her?" "Uh well that's the thing, she's not here." My heart drops my body tightens at his words, I am standing up now, Uriah's shirt in my hands. "where is she?" My words tougher than I meant. "She is in erudite." He sighs with his words. "You just said that she was walking with a limp in her step!" " She is but she went back to erudite after three days." "When is she coming back?" "They were supposed to arrive yesterday. They've been gone for five days." "Who is "they"? Tris, Christina, Peter, and a couple of dauntless. "Peter?" I ask him, anger in my words. "Yes Peter, Four you have to understand the reason they went." My eyes look expectantly. "They had to go and kill Jeanie." A bell so loud goes off that I am forced to cover my ears. Uriah's face is a full smile. "What?" I ask him. His words are heaven to my ears, "Their back!"