Okay, hi, guys. I read Allegiant a few days ago, as did Labelma, and we're both really sad right now. The book was amazing - and that's just the problem. We know that this is the end - and it was so sad! Forever in our hearts: - and -(no spoilers, sweetie!). We should probably also add that, in most cases, we'll be excluding the discoveries in Allegiant from What If.

In addition, I'd like to address the person(Or people) who has been review-spamming us. I understand your motives, and it's nice to see that you like it, but it's beginning to bother Labelma, it's a bit stalker-ish, and people might think we cheated, and reviewed on ourselves. Also, the Allegiant spoiler - which we knew, and are in the process of mourning - was rubbing salt in a wound. Sorry, but we felt the need to say this.

After these two notes - way more serious than usual - I'd just like to say...enjoy! Hope you like this chapter!

Tuvia:

"Tuvia," Noah announces, motioning for me to stand and approach.

"Good luck," Sivan whispers as I walk to the door.

"Another Simulation," Noah sighs, looking bitterly reminiscent of his own Initiate days. "Ready?"

I begin nodding, but then I smile grimly as I turn the "yes" into a head-shake "no". This tedious routine of voluntarily entering our own worst fears may be more common, but no less horrible to us Initiates. I sit in the chair, look expectantly at Four, and wait for the needle - growing more and more familiar to my skin with every Simulation I endure - to be injected into me. Quickly, I feel my vision clouding once again, my mind fizzling out of consciousness.

I wake up in the middle of a big house, crowded and decorated for a party. Tables laden with popcorn, chips, chocolate, soda, and all sorts of my favorite snacks line the walls. I look around, and all of my friends are here. Sivan, the Initiates, my old Amity friends, and Nechemia. They're lounging on sofas, talking between mouthfuls of food, and crowding the snack tables.

I make my way over to Sivan, whose back is turned to me. I am about to talk to her, when I realize the other person with her - no, not just with her. Kissing her.

"Sivan!" I exclaim, shocked. Startled, she pulls away for a moment, wondering who yelled her name. I get a better look at the guy, with his face no longer mostly covered by hers. He has short hair and small eyes. Looks familiar, I think, scanning my brain for any memories of this face. Finally, I realize who I am seeing. It's a memory of a person I've tried not to think about too much, but still a recent memory. "Ioni?!" I try to resist punching him. He's dead, right? And he was just seen kissing my girlfriend.

I expect Sivan to at least explain what's going on - maybe he attacked her, like he did to Avigayil - but instead she smirks. "Oh, just you." She turns away, grabs Ioni's face, and continues as before.

Pained and disgusted, I retreat, and glance around desparately for another person to talk to. My eyes land on Nechemia. Not the Candor Nechemia that I know exists now, but the one clad in a yellow polo, chatting up a few kids.

"Nechemia!" I race over, hoping for some comfort in the brother I lost. I lock him in a bear-hug from behind, my arms around his neck. I've missed this guy, I think gleefully.

Nechemia turns his head around, and smirks when he sees me. "Oh, my old brother."

"Yeah! Man, I've missed you," I grin.

"Uh, sure." He sneers. He turns to his friends - a boy and two girls - and gestures toward me. "You believe this guy?" He asks, followed by condescending laughter. "Tuvia," he begins. "We aren't brothers anymore. Faction before blood, right? I've changed, you've changed - we don't know each other anymore. You don't know me." He dismisses me with a wave of his hand, and I turn so he won't see my eyes well up with tears. You don't know me.

Only then do I realize that everyone who lays their eyes on me in this party has been backing away and chuckling, like they'd never be caught dead with Tuvia Gutman.

I stand in the corner, in my own bubble of isolation, the very emptiness around me burning a hole through my core. No Sivan, no Nechemia, no...no anyone.

In my panicked scanning of the room for a friendly face, my eyes land on the door. Of course. I can just leave, right now, and find new friends. They can be my family, my love, everyone I've lost.

Blissfully, I navigate through the chatter and snack-tables, finally reaching the door. This begins a new chapter in my life. I will find new friends, out of this party.

I turn the knob, and the world fizzles away. I regain consciousness back in the chair, with Four standing beside me with an amused expression.

I glare at him, shaking. "Can I help you?" That was such a terrifying fear - losing everyone, being isolated and hated.

"Nothing," Four mutters. "Just surprised. Ioni and Sivan?"

"I don't know," I shrug sheepishly. "Maybe it's fearing my past screwing up my future. I guess it connects to isolation." I stand up. I'm out of here. "Later."

"But..." Four sighs. "Later."

I open the door, and slam it behind me. "Questioning my fear...who is he to judge?" I grumble angrily.

"Hey." A hand clasps my shoulder, making me jump. I turn around to see Noah, looking concerned. "Tuvia, right?"

I nod. "Questions, comments, or rude remarks?"

"Don't sass me, kid," Noah warns. "I just need information on a few kids."

"Why?" I ask. Is he plotting something? I never was one to trust others.

"No reason," he answers. "Just...okay. Who is the ginger girl?"

"Avigayil? Funny, smart, a fighter. Yeah, she's a real fighter. She has a boyfriend, so you know."

"Not hoping to date her," he snaps. "What about the other ginger?"

"Yaakov. He's Avigayil's twin. He's alright, a cool kid," I don't bother adding that he's taken. Noah doesn't look like he would be into guys, and Yaakov and Shmuel are perfectly content together. As much as Shmuel makes me want to punch a wall - or a person - I'd hate to break up a couple like them.

"And that brown haired guy. Last one I need," Noah looks at me expectantly.

"Who do you mean? Shmuel? He's, well, he was a jerk before. Then he met Yaakov, and now he isn't as much of an idiot."

"They're best friends?" Noah asks.

"Boyfriends," I correct.

Noah's face turns to shock, and slight concern. "Oh," he bites his lip, unsure of what to say. "Well then." He retreats a bit. "Well, that's all I needed. Thanks, man."

"'Welcome," I pivot on my heel, and make my way to the dorms. "What a weird guy," I mutter when the Simulation Room door shuts behind him with a muffled bump.

Well, that was fun. Thoughts? Who has read Allegiant? Did you like it? Lastly, what else do you want to see from our characters? Thanks for reading, and...lates, mates!