TOBIAS

The sight of his face made me so angry. This was the man who tried to kill Tris, he had shot her in the stomach. He had probably laughed or at least smiled. But he didn't remember any of it. When the serum erased everyone's memories, we had told David that he was a worker in the hospital. Not a doctor or a nurse, but just a guy who brought around medicine for patients. I had originally voted to make him a trash collector, but we decided that while he had obviously been a terrible person in the past, there was no reason to let his intelligence completely go to waste. So we placed him here. I had hoped Tris would never have to see him again.

Tris's eyes widened and she looked at me and mouthed, "Why is he here?" I shook my head and looked back at David with his tray of small plastic cups filled with pills.

"You had a pretty bad wound," he said, "thankfully you're a fast healer." Tris looked uneasy. I would be too if the person who had tried to murder me was giving me medicine. David held out one of the little cups to Tris, and she took it reluctantly.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Just something for the pain," he said, smiling. Tris took the pills from David, but set them beside her instead of taking them.

"Thank you," she said, her voice strained. David wished us a good afternoon and left us alone again.

"What was that?" she asked me, "Did his memory get erased?"

"Yes. He has no memory of you besides you being a patient in this hospital. He thinks he has never known you before two days ago." She looked amazed.

"So it really worked? The plan really worked?"

"It seems that way. I mean, I think we have to keep a watch on it, but all seems to be okay at this point." She smiled, but I could see the doubt behind her eyes.

"What if it wears off? What if the serum stops working at some point?"

"We're hoping that won't be the case. Try not to worry about it." She nodded,

"I'm going to go back to sleep now." Tris put her head back on her pillow and closed her eyes. "Are you going to stay here?"

"I can if you want me to."

"No, you should go back to working. I'll be fine." I touched her hair, thankful that her skin was still warm and full of life.

"I'll be back soon," I told her. She nodded and a pleasant look overtook her face. She was already falling asleep.

I walked out of the hospital wing and into the Bureau, only to see our progress that was already evident. People were milling around, getting tours of their own home from Christina. I walked past one of the labs where Caleb was teaching a group about something or another. All seemed well. All was well. I was actually in a mild state of disbelief because this plan of ours seemed to have actually worked. These people didn't remember anything. They all looked so happy. So many smiling faces that before had only frowned and concentrated on working.

I made my way to the room where I could see my home. Chicago's memories were not wiped. I had found this out shortly after Tris was hospitalized, and I was thankful, but still worried. Were they still going to have a war of sorts? The whole reason the Bureau had been planning on erasing their memories was because they were afraid the people of Chicago would start killing each other and destroying all of their precious genetic material. Their memories had not been wiped, but of course neither had their hatred. Of course, my mother had agreed to try and make peace with Marcus, and she had sentenced him to leave the city, but how effective would that be anyway? I worried about my father and what he might do in wake of his banishment.

As I watched the screens, I could see anything I wanted. Mostly I watched my mother. In the last few days, she had loosened her grip on the city. There was no strict curfew and people were allowed to choose their jobs and tasks. It was still in the beginning stages, of course, but it looked like this was the beginning of a new Chicago. Evelyn had told me how much better she felt now. Surprise as it was to her, letting go of the people brought her relief.

"I just have more time now that I'm not obsessing over having control over these people," she had said yesterday when I went to visit her. I was happy for her. Honestly, I was just happy in general.

While I was looking around at the other screens, something else caught my eye. It was Peter, standing in the old Dauntless Headquarters, staring into the chasm. He looked pained by something, although I wasn't sure what. He had voluntarily erased his memories, his past. He wasn't the same person anymore, so why was he staring into the chasm, seemingly looking like he wanted answers? I watched him like this for about half an hour, staring down into the hole, walking around it, sitting by its edge and letting his feet dangle freely over nothingness. His mouth was moving as if he was talking to someone, but there was no one there.

All of a sudden, a figure appeared behind him. He had a knife. Peter reacted quickly by grabbing the person's wrist and using all his force to push the guy to the ground (it looked like a guy, anyway). The man fought back, grabbing and at Peter's legs and slashing them with his knife. Peter pinned the figure's arms down with his heels and stood over the figure, staring at him hard. He then reached down and pulled the black ski mask off the man's face. The guy was young, and he held up his arms by his face as if trying to protect himself. I couldn't believe my eyes. There on the screen was a person I never expected to see again. It was Uriah, and he looked furious.