I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew after we got in a truck from escaping from the compound was that we were stopped. I just barely opened my eyes and I heard Nita and her friend Rafi whispering to each other. Their heads were close together and I would have to concentrate hard to hear what they were saying.

"She has no idea who she really is," I heard Nita's voice.

"Can she really be trusted though? She was the Divergent that Tobias confided in right?" Rafi asked. "The one that botched our plans in Chicago?"

I could see Nita about to shift in her seat so I shut my eyes quickly to avoid being discovered that I was awake. I just laid there and listened to them talking. I didn't see to see them to understand what they were saying.

"Yes, but I wiped her memory. She doesn't remember anything."

"But you said—" Rafi stammered.

"I know what I said!" Nita all but screamed, and then lowered her voice, "The doctors in that facility in Fort Wayne were working on a serum that was strong enough to work on a Divergent like her. It's not perfect, but it got the job done. There were a few doctors unaffected by the memory serum that she released in Chicago and when she died, they secretly brought her to Fort Wayne. All her friends think that they have her ashes, which in fact, she is alive. "

"So you're positive that she doesn't remember anything? Not even about Tobias?" Rafi asked, his voice quivering.

"Positive. She seemed bewildered about where she was. She wouldn't even pick up a gun. Geesh, for a Divergent that chose Dauntless, she's not very brave anymore. And as far as Tobias goes, I made her believe that he's a bad guy she should stay away from."

"Perfect," Rafi agreed.

Their conversation continued for a few more minutes. Supposedly I was this special person that could resist all sorts of things that were done to me. I was an anomaly of society that was coveted, but not by Nita or her band of rebels. Supposedly I tried to botch their plans once so they planned to use me to fight with them, to brainwash me into their way of thinking. From all I heard her talk about factions, it seemed they were only trying to do the same thing. This really scared me. Did I belong in this place called Chicago? Why did the name Tobias eat at me as if I needed to remember him? Why was it important that I think of him as a bad person? Apparently I am dead to all the people back in Chicago that might have cared for me. No one is looking for me.

I felt a nudge on my leg, "Get up!" Nita's voice commanded, "We're here."

I faked a yawn and stretched my arms as I sat up, making the idea that I was asleep all the more real to her, "Where is here?"

"Dayton" was all the Nita said.

I didn't ask any more questions. Obviously she wasn't willing to give any additional information. Perhaps I would gather more information if I just remained quiet. I wouldn't let these people brainwash me and I would find a way to get back to where I belonged and to return to the people that cared about me, although I wasn't sure who those people were. Perhaps I should look for this Tobias person.

I looked out the window of the truck and saw small little houses littered all over the place. People in rags and dirty clothes were roaming the streets. Looking down the road two men fought each other while others looked on. One man went down and didn't get back up. The group dispersed, leaving the man on the ground. I was pretty sure he was dead. This wasn't a good place to stop, none the less stay. If this is what they were looking to create, I'll take the doctors and nurses over being potentially murdered. Maybe I was going to be murdered anyways, but it didn't seem that way from what I caught from the doctor and nurse's conversations.

Nita and Rafi got out of the truck and I followed suit. I noticed that there were several other vehicles that followed us and people were filing out of them, following our lead. People on the street moved out of the way for us and when their eyes landed on me, they went wide as if they had seen a ghost. Right now I kind of wish I was.

I followed them into a small grey house with a single window on the front that was caked with dirt. The siding was peeling and it looked burnt. Corpses of plants littered the front of the house. I suppose at one point this was a well-cared for home, now it just looked like a skeleton of a once beautiful age. The steps creaked as we climbed up to the door on the porch. The boards in front of the door bowed with wear and had a dark tinge to it.

Nita opened the door and soft yellow light filtered out. Three people were sitting at a small table just inside the door. The room was empty except for the table and a few scattered chairs. A woman looked up from her cards and then back down. She was sitting with two men, one was an older looking man, his hair was short and had a lot of grey in it. He looked at me with surprise, as did the young man sitting across from him.

The older man spoke as he stood up, "What is going on here Nita?" His voice was harsh and familiar. I had heard this man speak before and with heat in his voice, but I couldn't pin point where I had heard it.

"Marcus, this is Tris," Nita said while giving him a pointed look that I couldn't decipher.

"I know, I'm just…" Marcus stammered.

"No, you don't know her," Nita emphasized, "Tris, this is Marcus. He was an outcast that we took in from our Chicago branch. Next to him is Matthew. He's our lead scientist. And that's Mary, she's not very talkative."

Matthew was silent and just continued to stare at me. "Hi. Do you rem—"

"No, she doesn't," Nita said as she nudged him with her elbow. "Tris has had a long ride from Fort Wayne. May be best to let her rest and we can fill her in later."

"Actually, I'm fine. I slept in the truck on the way here," I answered for myself. Why did all these people look at me as if they knew me? It made me nervous, especially the older man. There was something about him that I instantly distrusted and alarm bells went off inside my head. The way he said he knew made me think he did know me. How did he know me?

"Mary, why don't you show Tris to her room in the back while I talk to Marcus and Matthew?" Nita asked.

Mary, who looked sullen, looked up; her brow arching then shrugged her shoulders. "Fine, come with me."

I followed her out of main room where Nita was whispering with Marcus and Matthew, each who glanced at me during their conversation. Yes, I was very nervous. If they did know me, would they be able to tell me who I was and where I was from. Perhaps they could tell me more about this Tobias person.

"I haven't got all evening, come on," Mary said as she placed her hands on her hips and looked at me with scorn.

"Sorry," I muttered and followed her down the shabby looking hallway with my head down. It was time to play long, but I wasn't going to play with.