I follow the trucks into Candor. For a moment, I wonder why they've come here, when they suddenly move out again, through this part of the city and to the next. I watch them as a guard is picked up at the end of an alley before the trail of trucks starts again and disappears around a bend.
This time, I don't trail after.
Why don't I? They'll probably help me or at least lead me somewhere that'll give me a clue as to where Tris is, but for some reason, I stop.
It's as if everything around me suddenly thickens. I see white walls and I know I need to move, I just don't know where I'm going. To Tris? Yes. Yes, that's it. I need to find her, but I suddenly can't think. I know my name, my age, where I am, and where I want to go, but it's as if the will to do so has just crumble before me. It feels like surrender.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to clear my head. To focus.
I have to get to Tris and to do that, I just need to keep moving. If I keep moving, I'll find her. If I keep moving, I'll save her.