WHERE WE MEET AGAIN.
A SONG FOR SOMEONE SQUEL.
Tobias' POV
It was a rainy Monday in Chicago, but that wasn't unusual, neither was the fact that we got a crowd of new comers up at the Uni. No, the only unusual thing about today was the fact that I was holding Eli's hand for the first time in months.
"Hey, Toby?" he asked, his big brown eyes looking up at me expectantly. "When do you think you can bring me home to your house?"
Once in a while I almost forgot how alike we were. Both abused, both growing up too fast. "Soon bud, but for right now we have to be strong in the Foster System; eh? Are Mr. and Mr. McAnn kind to you?"
Elijah smiled that toothy little grin of his. "Yeah, they tell me stories before bed. I miss you though, and Mama, and all the rest of my real family."
I sighed, I had originally hoped that Tris' Uncles would take custody of Eli, just until I could. But they didn't. It was the hard truth; the men in the house couldn't take care of themselves, let alone a six year old boy. It was hard enough on everyone.
"Let's go get ice cream Bud, okay?"