Tobias POV:

"Christina! Over here!" shouts Tris. She has her room key and job. Wow. She's not my initiate any more, I think to myself.

"Hey Tris! What's your job? I'm a nurse. Will is going to working in the control room. And I'm room 235 and Will's room 231. Isn't that awesome? What's your room?" Gosh, Christina can be so talkative. What are you saying, Tobias? That you don't like Tris' friends?

Then Tris responds, "I get to train transfers and be a tattoo artist! Wait-did you say that you're apartment 235? I'm 236 and Four's 243! This is so great!" Tris and Christina squeal in response. Gosh, girls. Will has the same expression so I walk over to him.

"So, control room, huh." He nods, "looks like you're once again my trainee." He looks at me again so I keep talking, "Boy, Christina and Tris sure have gotten to the feminine side of Dauntless."

"What'd you mean?" he asks.

"I mean big, bold, loud, girly. Not Candor, but I mean Tris usually isn't like this. They've gotten out of their comfort zones," I think I see Peter with a spray paint can out of the corner of my eye, but I ignore it.

He clears his throat, "Yeah, I mean, Christina is definitely from Candor, I can tell you that, but I mean, um no one expected you to be with Tris. Christina and I snuck out at Al's funeral. She couldn't take it. And we saw you hugging Tris and uh, she wanted to know all about it and I had her keep her mouth shut. You could have been kicked out of Dauntless," That's a mouthful. He must see me looking at him strangely because he responds, "I am a former Erudite. We studied manifestos and things like that," he clears his throat again. Do I send out a bad vibe? No. It's just that I used to be their instructor.

Tris and Christina eventually wander back towards us, talking about tonight. Right. There's a party at Zeke's for the new members. Well, I have to go. For Tris, and I used to be the instructor. When I was still "Instructor Four to Tris"...

"To-Four! Are you listening? We have 4 hours before the party." Tris starts. Four hours, ha ha, that's your name silly. You're not funny, "and I need to be at Christina's by 7. The party's at 8 and we'll play it from there. Bye Christina! Bye Will!"

"So, your new apartment," I say. Tris nods, and fumbles around with the key. I chuckle, " Here, let me do it," I eventually say. Tris finally accepts defeat and lets me open the door.

"Wow. It's just like yours, expect for the 'Fear God Alone' sign," she says. I smile at her and she grins back, "Tobias, can I stay with you tonight?"

"Of course," I say. She goes to look in the bathroom and screams. I walk in and see that the mirror is spray painted with the words, 'Stiff, you didn't earn your ranking. Go back to hell.' Tris starts crying. I hug her and try to comfort her, saying, "Only one person can and would do this. And that person is Peter. We don't care about him. He's the one that needs to burn in hell." Then for the next hour, we clean the spray paint off of the mirror.