There is complete darkness covering me. I can't see and I can barely breathe. I try to move my hands, but something is keeping me in place. My heart starts to race in my chest. What is this? Is this my death? Have the last few weeks been some kind of dream?

"Tris…"

"Tris…."

I hear my mother's voice calling out to me. She's laughing.

"Tris, please," she says. "Be careful."

My breath catches in my throat. I open my mouth to call out for her, but something is covering my lips and I can't move them. My eyes sting as tears spill down my cheeks.

"Tris, be careful."

I hear a child laughing and my body stills in fear. What is this?

"Look mommy, I did it!"

Is that…me?

Something clicks and the noise is gone. I strain my ears to hear something, anything, to hear my mother calling out for me. Hands are on my face and tugs on something on the back of my head. I squint as light surrounds me. No. No…this can't be happening. I look down and see that my hands are restrained in cuffs and there is something gagging me.

There is movement out of the corner of my eye and I freeze.

"Welcome back to the Bureau, Ms. Prior."

I don't remember being scared of anyone the way that he scares me. David rolls toward me in his wheelchair and I press myself back against whatever is holding to up. But it's no use, I cannot shrink back against him. On the wall behind him is a video of me as a child playing in my childhood home with my mother. She looks so happy here. I don't remember this. All I remember growing up is the Abnegation lifestyle. Service others. This is new…I don't remember her like this.

How did I get here?" What am I doing there? What do they want with me?

"You're probably curious as to what you're doing there," he says glancing up at the screen. His face softens and I feel sick when I recall his obsessive love for my mother. Is that what this is? Revenge? He clicks a button and suddenly on the screen is the group of us in the Erudite building. The words "WE WANT ANSWERS" are written behind me. My voice comes through, strong and powerful and I don't recognize myself. How does a girl that small instill hope in people so easily? How is it that those people trust me?

The screen freezes and I am forced to look back at David. He is scowling at me. "You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?" he says. "You were back where you belonged, a second chance, the whole thing, but you had to bring them together, didn't you?"

I have no idea what he's talking about. I want to ask him so many things, but I am unable to speak due to the gag in my mouth. So I stare at him, with what I hope are questioning eyes. The door opens and I see Matthew enter the room carrying a…very large needle.

"Hi, Tris," he says with a smile. What is he doing here? "Welcome back to life."

I swallow nervously, unable to look at anything other than the device in his hands. "Mmm-hmm," is all I can get out.

"I apologize for that," David says. "Take that infernal thing off of her, would you?"

Matthew steps toward me and tugs the gag out of my mouth. "What am I doing there?" I ask, my voice is raspy due to disuse, but I need to know.

"You wanted answers," David says. "You were so curious that you brought everyone together to figure out the truth."

"You brought people back from the dead, David," I say. "We just want to know to what extent."

"To what extent?" he asks, chuckling. "My dear girl, what reason do you think?"

I stare at him. And then I remember. "Did you do this all for my mother?" I ask him, disgusted. He doesn't say anything so I continue speaking. "You brought her back so that she would be with you?"

He shakes his head. "No," he says. "We're trying to fix things."

"You fix things by changing how people respond, not by bringing people to life again!"

"Would you rather you and all of your friends die again?" David asks. "Because that could certainly be arranged.

Panic spreads through my entire body. "No!" I say. "No. I just…I want to know what it is you want in return."

A smile spreads across David's features. He nods at Matthew who comes toward me and wipes something cold against my arm. "That is what you're here for."

"What are you talking about?"

"You brought them all together," he says. "They know now that their reincarnation is due to in large part to the United States government. And obviously some of those friends of yours know where we are and how to find us, but we can't take that risk."

"So what are you going to do?"

"We made a mistake last time," David says. "Sending you in there with your memory intact, all the information about who we are and what we've done still rattled around in that curious brain of yours. "We're not taking any chances now."

My heartrate beings to pick up as I finally understand what he is trying to say. What he is going to do to me. "You can't," I say. "I'm immune…my genes…"

"That's why Matthew is here," David says. Matthew grins. What the hell happened to him since the last time I saw him? Did David get to him too? "We had your DNA from before, put it away for safekeeping just in case something like this happened. He worked through your genomes and created the perfect concoction of memory serum that works on your genetic makeup."

"You're going to take everything away from me?" I whisper, horrified.

"I'm taking away everything that matters to you," he sneers, nodding at Matthew. I wince as he pushes the needle into my skin. "Your life, your friends, your lover. The only thing that you are going to remember is your name, your family and how you're a leader at Dauntless.

"No," I plead. But the serum is already making its way through my blood stream, making me dizzy, taking away everything that I love.

"You should have left it alone, Tris." David says.

"Please don't do this," I tell him.

"It's already done."

I wake up in my bed, groaning, checking the time. I still have an hour before Four and I are supposed to start training. I hear knocking on my door and I sigh, pushing my covers off me.

"Keep your shirt on!" I snap as I make my way to the door.

Four is staring down at me, his eyes wide with worry? I glare at him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him running my fingers through my hair. "I have to shower and get some breakfast before training."

"Where have you been?" he asks, his voice quiet.

"What are you talking about?" I ask. "I've been sleeping. Like a normal person."

"You've been gone three days, Tris."

I roll my eyes. "Listen, Four, I have no idea what you're talking about," I say. "I'll see you down in the Pit. In an hour."

I shut the door on him and chew on my lip. Three days? Why the hell would he think that I was gone for three days? And why the hell was he looking at me like that?