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I arrive back at Dauntless in about an hour. I stand on the edge of the hole, getting ready to jump. Even though I've done it before and I know there's a net on the bottom, it takes some time to muster up the courage.

I inhale and exhale deeply, shifting my backpack so it feels more comfortable. It's only noon and I didn't have the other snacks yet. I decide to rummage through the backpack for something to eat before I jump.

I find a fresh apple from Amity and some chips from Dauntless. I eat them quickly and then face the hole again.

I can do this. I am Becca.

I take one step forward and then I'm falling.

This time, I don't scream. I just wait for impact on the net.

Soon I make contact with it, bouncing around and feeling that familiar fear sensation that I'm trapped. I stumble out of it as fast as possible and dodge the cameras, heading to the infirmary using the map.

In a couple minutes I arrive. Marlene's eyes widen when she sees me. "Quick, get in the bed," she hisses, gesturing to the cot I was in before.

"Where's Tris?" I ask, pulling the covers back and getting in.

"She left to train the initiates." Marlene finishes wrapping a Dauntless woman's arm. "Are you feeling alright?"

I nod. "Like it never happened."

"Good. You can definitely go back to training tomorrow."

"Can I go today?"

"Definitely not." Marlene shakes her head firmly. "But would you like me to call Tris in so you can tell her about what happened?"

"Sure, thanks."

Marlene jogs out of the room towards the back. I sigh and relax on the bed.

I got to see my baby sister. Father punched her. How could he have punched her? How could someone hurt that sweet, innocent little girl like that?

"Tris will be here in a couple minutes," Marlene tells me, coming back into the room. "I've arranged a private surgical room for you two to talk."

I grin widely. "Thanks, Marlene."

"Not a problem," she assures me. "I'm glad to help. I owe Tris, anyway."

The Candor in me comes out. "Why?"

She stiffens. "That's not any of your business, initiate" –

"I'm here!" Tris says brightly, jogging into the infirmary. I put a hand on my mouth to stifle the laughter as Marlene's face undergoes several different expressions, some of them purely hilarious to see.

"Thanks for calling, Marlene," Tris tells her, and pulls the covers off my bed. "Let's go, Becca."

I follow her obediently through a door on the side of the infirmary. It leads to a hallway and Tris takes me to the third door on the right.

Inside is a cot and there is a desk and chair leaning against the wall.

"Have a seat," Tris orders me, gesturing to the cot. I sit and wait for her to take a seat on the chair. "So, what happened?" she asks after a bit.

I sigh. "I went to Candor, avoiding the cameras like you suggested in the letter, and saw Cassie. She told me that, uh, my father punched her in several places and that's why she came. We went to Erudite and I handed her over so they could do whatever they do with child abuse victims and arrest my father. I used the paper in the backpack with the instructions for an excuse. Oh, and I, uh, I saw your brother. He's in charge of child abuse relations."

She stiffens. "Caleb?"

"Yes."

Tris stands up abruptly. "Where's the backpack?"

"Next to the cot I was on," I respond uncertainly.

"You wait here, initiate. Don't move."

She runs out and I can literally feel the wind she creates next to my face. I shiver slightly and wonder if I did anything wrong by going to Erudite. I didn't mean to see Caleb!

Tris comes back in a minute or so carrying the backpack. She rummages through it and growls in frustration. "Initiate!" she snaps, and I shrink back. "Where are the fake instructions?"

"Um, I don't know," I squeak.

She thrusts the bag at my chest and snarls. "Find them or you're factionless."

My eyes grow wide and my breath catches. I frantically search through the backpack. I'm sure I put them back.

Sure enough, I find them crumpled up, tucked under the map of the city. I hand them to Tris.

She scans it with narrowed eyes. I begin to be slightly scared. Of all the few times I've seen Tris, she's never acted like this.

Finally, she throws the paper to the floor and stomps on it. A side of her I didn't see before comes out and she's in a pure rage.

I sit there huddled against the wall on a cot, desperately hoping I don't become factionless. Why is she acting like this?

"My b – I mean Caleb," she says finally, with clenched teeth, "when you showed him these instructions, what was his reaction?"

I try to remember. "Um, he went kind of pale and then, uh, I forget. I'm sorry if I did anything wrong, Tris. Really, I am."

"Don't talk to me right now," she tells me harshly. I shrink back even more.

After a couple minutes, she seems calmer. At last, she sits back down again and stares at the paper, looking defeated.

"I'm sorry, Becca." I realize with a start that she, an initiate instructor, is apologizing to me, an initiate. "I got a little hot-tempered. My brother should not hear about me in my Dauntless work at all, and vice versa. But I overreacted." She pauses. "You should probably get back to your initiate dorm. It's about time you return. My husband will get mad if you don't."

I nod nervously and turn to leave the private surgical room, when Tris calls me.

"Becca?"

I turn around quickly. "Yes?"

She smiles slightly. "Good luck with your father and sister."