Five months. That's how long it's been since Tris died. I live in an apartment by myself. I work for Johanna, helping her steer the Bureau so they don't try to erase any innocent's memories again.

The pain doesn't get better, it gets easier. That's all I can hope for. My mother thinks I should find someone else to date. She hated Tris so as a result, we don't talk about it much. Sometimes Johanna brings it up and I dodge it. I look at the clock. 11:30. It's late. I should get to the apartment. I am filing mail for Johanna, separating ads from useful stuff. I hastily file the last bits away when I come across a neat piece of stationary. It was an expensive looking paper envelope with blue and silver edges. There was no return address but there was the name of the person who sent it. It read The Brookstone Co. It was labeled to Tobias Easton of Chicago. But by far the strangest thing was the insignia of the Brookstone company; it was a silhouette of an almost creepy doll thing. It had medium length hair suggesting that it was a female and no legs, just a ghostly tail. I shrug and pack up my things along with the envelope.

Traffic was easy. One of the perks of working overtime. I get to my apartment in a matter of minutes. I drop off all my stuff by the door; too tired to bother putting it away. I get changed into pajamas and then go back to the kitchen where I put the envelope. I don't know if I should open it.

"Well it can't hurt." I say, grabbing a paring knife to open the thick paper. I pour out the contents as I sit down. Two neat pieces of paper with typed writing on them, a vile with purple fluid that it glowing, and one of the most disturbing things I have ever seen: a lined piece of paper with the words "OH GOD PLEASE SAVE ME! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! LET ME GO!" scrawled on it in red letters. I flip over the lined piece of paper with the red letters on it so I don't have to see it. I start to read the typed papers.

Dear Tobias Eaton, we are delighted to offer you our brand new serum. I hope that you find its properties useful and helpful on your endeavors. We would very much appreciate it if you did not share this serum with anyone. Its properties are for you and you alone. We would very much like to get in touch with you. We have an offer we would like to make; but we have to discuss that later. Please keep this envelope in the upmost secrecy and only share it with who we direct it to be shared with. We allow you to share the contents with:

Caleb Prior

Johanna Reyes

Jeanine Matthews

We understand that your relationship with some of these people is very tight; however doing not let your emotions get in the way of this. We need your help Tobias. In exchange for your help we promise to give you're your girlfriend: Tris Prior.

Thank you for doing business with us!

Ilya MacHeather

Jeanine Matthews and Tris Prior are dead! What are they going to do? Offer me my girlfriend's corpse? I look at the envelope. Blue and silver would suggest Erudite. I check for anything else besides the stuff on the table. Nothing.

Jeanine Matthews doesn't make any sense ether. She was dead too. How can I share anything with her?

It's late. I should go to bed. Maybe this will all make sense in the morning.