"Tris? What's wrong?"
Four… I mean Tobias… and I shared frightened looks.
"Everything's okay, Caleb." I called out to him.
"Tris, you know that's never worked, I'm coming in there!"
It worked like magic. Four grabbed the notebook and jumped out the window to the soft grass two stories below and hit the ground running right before Caleb walked in.
"Tris what's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm just sad." I said.
"Don't go into depressions again." He told me sternly.
I shook my head and sighed. "That's not the sort of thing you can promise, Caleb."
He sat down on my bed next to me. "Please just try."
I sighed again. He left the room.
I left also. I didn't know where I was going, but my feet took me to the park.
Poor Tobias, so worried about Rebel. She had his blue eyes but she had white hair. For this, I willed my mind to go into detective mode.
My mind willingly obliged.
Then, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this Rebel girl looked exactly like the girl from the picture. Then I realized that the man behind her had Tobias's blue eyes and brown hair.
And slowly, thee pieces of the puzzle fit together.