She wakes with a look of fear present on her face. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut and her lips clamped together in a narrow line. I recognise that she must have awoken from a nightmare. I would know, I've had thousands in the past. Only, the man terrorizing my dreams is stood merely a few feet away from me. Marcus. I cannot even contemplate why God allowed Tris' loving parents to die and yet allowed him to live. The very thought disgusts me.

I crouch down beside her and carefully place my hand on her shoulder. I don't ask her about the nightmare, she wouldn't want me to. Besides, it was most likely about her parents anyway. "Tris, come on," I say softly. "We have to jump." I take her arms and gently help her to her feet before guiding her to the doorway.

Everyone jumps in turn. Peter, Marcus, Caleb. I take her hand. Her shoulder must be hurting an awful lot and I know she needs all the help she can get. 3...2...1, I count to myself before we launch ourselves from the train's ledge.

I land with ease. Obviously. I've been doing this for years now. The others have more difficulty. Tris, with the bullet still stuck in her arm, is fending off tears. Though, to my surprise, she finds her feet and goes over to Caleb to check he's okay. I don't know why I expected anything different, her Abnegation's showing again.

We land in the field near the fence. I lift my head to see the huge gate towering over us is currently locked. There's no way over, no way around and no way through. We're trapped. "There are supposed to be Dauntless guards here, where are they?"

It's Marcus who speaks. I want to hit him. He hasn't said anything wrong but the growing urge punch him in the jaw is building up on me. Stop it, I think to myself, that won't solve anything.

"They were probably under the simulation," I say after a moment. "And are now..." I stop. I have no idea where they could possibly be. "Who knows where, doing who knows what."

We successfully stopped the simulation and Tris has the hard drive in her pocket, but we know little of the aftermath. We have no idea what happened to our friends, our leaders, our own factions. We have little way of knowing what happened, yet.

After brief moment of silence, something occurs to me. I stride over to the keypad by the gate and open it up. "Let's hope the erudite didn't think to change this combination," I say, tapping in the numbers I recall being correct. I wonder if it's incorrect. I don't have a chance to ponder though, as the gate clicks open in response.

"How did you know that?" Caleb asks.

"I worked in the Dauntless control room monitoring the security system. We only change the codes twice a year."

"How lucky," he replies warily.

"Luck has nothing to do with it, I only worked there because I wanted to make sure I could get out," I say, looking at him levelly. It's the truth. I hate the idea of being trapped. Like all those times I was trapped in the tiny coat closet before one of Marcus' beatings. I clench my hands into fists beside me. Calm down. I tell myself. He can't hurt you anymore.

We walk on through the gates. Tris and I take the lead, side by side, walking silently. I'm surprised she's not crying. Caleb is. I see him lift his hand to wipe his cheek every few seconds. I glance at her. She looks miserable. She looks tired and hurt and all I want to do is to comfort her and cradle her and reassure her that everything will be okay. But I don't know how.

After a few more moments of distressed silence, I see the Amity headquarters a little further in the distance. We continue on, through the orchard. The sweet smell of rotting apples reminds me how hungry I am. I could really do with some Dauntless cake right about now. We are nearing our destination when Marcus speaks again. "I know where to go."

He leads us on past a few of the buildings and the greenhouses surrounding us. It feels so strange being outside of the dim halls of Dauntless. I don't like it. We enter a building eventually and Marcus stops us outside an open room. A lady sits inside. "Oh thank God," she says as she sees Marcus, coming over and embracing him with a touch to his shoulders. She has a lisp. "The other members of your party got here a few hours ago, but they weren't sure if you had made it."

She must be talking about the other Abnegation. She looks over Marcus' shoulder and examines each of us in turn; me, then Caleb, then Tris, then Peter. "Oh my," she says, her eyes catching Peter's blood soaked clothes. "I'll send for a doctor. I can grant you all permission to stay the night, but tomorrow, our community must decide together... And"- she looks at me, then to Tris, then back to me. "-they will likely not be enthusiastic about a Dauntless presence in our compound. I of course ask you to turn over any weapons you might have."

I sigh deeply and hand over my gun. But before Tris can hand over hers, I grab her wrist firmly to ensure she keeps it attached to her back. I realise how suspicious that would've seemed so I take her hand in mine to cover up what I just did.

"My name is Johanna Reyes," she says holding out her hand to Tris, then to me. That was a dauntless greeting.

"This is T"- Marcus begins, but I get in quick. I don't want them to know my name. It binds me to Marcus and I don't want the Abnegation associating him with me.

"My name is Four," I say, ignoring the look Marcus gives me. "This is Tris, Caleb and Peter."

"Welcome to the Amity compound," she says with a smile, "let us take care of you."

I go with Tris to see the nurse who gives her a salve to help her shoulder heal before Johanna escorts us off to the cafeteria. And there they all are. The Abnegation who sit at the long rows of wooden tables get up to greet us. And to my utter disdain, they greet Marcus especially fondly. I don't let myself get angry though, especially not with Tris clutching on to my arm. A second later, one of the Abnegation comes over to us and offers Tris a hot cup of pink liquid. "Drink this. It will help you sleep as it helped some of the others sleep. No dreams."

She looks at it for a second, apprehensively, before downing the stuff with a few gulps. I stand in silence as I feel her loosen her grip on my arm. "Do you know where she'll be sleeping tonight?" I ask one of the Amity.

"Yes, follow me."

I put my hands firmly around her waist and lead her to the room. "Thankyou," I say to the Amity before opening the door and leading her inside. I pull back the yellow duvet cover and gently lift her onto the bed. "Goodnight beautiful," I whisper, pulling the duvet over her and tucking her in. I brush back her hair softly and plant a kiss on her forehead. She looks so peaceful when she's asleep. Her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. She looks like a teenage girl again. Not the girl I've seen today with heavy eyes and a sad expression written all over her face. I love you Tris. I think to myself. I love you so much and I'm sorry I let them hurt you.