Sami's P.O.V.

I had been wandering the streets forever, and I really wanted to sleep, but I knew it wasn't safe to just lay down somewhere and get some shut eye. Nope. Not happening. Not in New York City. I shut my eyes tightly and a picture of my room came into my mind. I shook my head and forced the image out of my mind. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was wanting to go home. But I couldn't. I didn't want to. I left there. I wasn't going to allow myself to think about my old house, my old room, my old feelings, my old family.

I rubbed my face and yawned. I really did want to sleep.

It was getting dark out and the streets, believe it or not, were actually starting to calm down. I turned down a street and looked around for a place I could safely rest for a little, when a shoulder landed on my hand. My being went rigid, and I wanted to turn around and whip the person over my shoulder, but I was stuck. Brute force wasn't going to help. Logic wasn't going to help either. I was a Hardy. A Hardy wandering the streets of New York. This wasn't going to end well.

"So, what are you doing out here wandering the streets alone?" A deep voice said. It didn't sound like the voice of the usual kidnapper. Not at all. It didn't intimidate me in the least bit. I stayed facing the other way and started to open my mouth.

"I, I w-w-was... I was, uh... Running to my friend's house." I turned around and motioned to my bag with my computer and everything in it. "She left her stuff at my house." I said.

"Well why don't we go back there and then we can go from there. Where does your friend live?" The boy asked. I could tell he was a boy, a teenager actually. I couldn't see him, but that didn't scare me. I somehow just knew I could trust him.

"Bayport, New Jersey..." I mumbled. I could feel the boy's glare. He was staring at me like I was insane.

"New Jersey?" He stifled a laugh. "You're in the wrong state." I looked at him.

I started to walk away, shoving past him, but he grabbed my arm and turned me around. I saw a dark blue pair of eyes. They weren't the normal blue color that Joe's eyes were. They were so dark they looked nearly black, but on his left iris, he had a little spot of a light blue. I was suddenly intimidated by him. His frame was much taller than both Frank and Joe's. I could tell that his muscles were relaxed, but I could tell he was incredibly strong. I could feel his hands on my arm even after he let go. It was weird. I had never had that feeling before, except for when Joe had caught me from falling off a building when Catore pushed me off, bound hand and foot. I was terrified. And even after Joe caught me, I could feel his hands wrapped around my body.

"Uh, would you need anything from me?" I asked. He gave me a look that said more than everything else he had said-it said that I was too nice.

"Ha, Stiff. I don't need anything from you." He said.

"But then why did you come up to me in the first place?" I snapped. He sarcastically rubbed his chin as though in deep thought.

"Huh. Not bad." He stuck out his hand. I took it and he dragged me along behind him until we reached the same train tracks I had jumped from earlier that day.

"What are we doing here?"

"Taking you to your friend's house to drop that stuff off. Then you're coming with me." He said, pulling me closer to the train tracks with him.

"And who exactly is 'me'?" I asked.

"Four," he said, dropping my hand. I could hear a train coming. If this guy thought I was going to jump on a moving train, he was crazy. The train's headlight came into view. "Get ready to jump!" He yelled at me.

"What?!" I shrieked. But my voice was drowned out by the blowing of a whistle. I started running along side with the train, following Four. He jumped on to the train and stuck a hand out for m to grab. I gave him a look of distress at the fact of jumping on a moving train, but shook my head as I locked hands with him, allowing him to pull me up into the train with him. He smiled at me as he steadied me, throwing his hands around me and pulling me into the cart.

Half disgusted, I shoved him off of me, but the other half of me wanted him there with his arms around me. I blushed a bit, hoping it wasn't visible thanks to it being dark.

"It takes a while to get to Bayport from here." I said truthfully. "Might want to settle down and shut your eyes for a bit."

"Well, I think I will." Four said, leaning against a crate. He sighed. "This feels normal."

"What's normal?"

"Jumping on a train." he smiled.

"Nothing about that is normal."

"It is for a Dauntless."

"A what?"

"And a Stiff like you wouldn't ever be used to it." He yawned.

"Stiff? Dauntless? What?" I repeated like a confused parrot.

"I'll explain later. Not now..." Four said, closing his eyes and letting himself drift off to sleep.

"Geez... Doesn't know what a good first impression is, does he?" I mumbled to myself. I sat down next to him, leaning away from his face. I sighed. He was pretty nice for doing this. But I didn't know him. How could I be sure that he wasn't just another one of my dad's enemies come to kidnap me? I shrugged off the feeling as I let myself wander into the land of dreams.

I woke up to Four shaking me around. I swatted my arms around, trying to get him off me. When my eyes finally did open, I saw his face, a look of distress plastered on it. He patted my cheek a little bit to try and wake me up more. I poked his stomach and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"You don't need to slap me to wake me up." I said, closing my eyes again, not remembering that I was on a train.

"You've gotta wake up. We're pulling into Bayport, and we gotta jump off before they pull in or we'll be caught." he said frantically. I sighed.

"You don't get it. If I showed up on a train with some random stranger, I wouldn't be in trouble. You would be arrested and fined a whole lot of money. Trust me. I'm not afraid of pulling in and getting caught. I'm afraid of pulling in and being forced to go back." I said.

"What?" He looked at me. I gulped. Oh great. I slipped up. That's just gonna brighten my day. Whatever. "Nevermind. We have to jump."

"Easy for you to say!" I yelled, smiling as I hurtled off the train. I rolled onto the soft New Jersey grass and stood up, completely unfazed, to see Four standing right behind me. He laughed a bit.

"You'd make a pretty good Dauntless." He smiled. "You'll have to meet everyone."

I rolled my eyes.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Daunltess... Everyone... Sounds about as foreign to me as it would to you if I started rattling off random names and terms like Hardy, PI, Con Riley, Ezra..." I smirked. I ran ahead of him towards my house. I told myself I would never come back. I guess I was wrong.