From when Rafael made the decision to go to Amity. It shows that he was already getting closer with Lauren.

Four pulled a dusty map off the top of the filing cabinet, the green glow of the screens the only illumination to search the pages. In his most careful, scrawling script, he had marked the name of each camera at each location over the years, as he discovered them and confirmed them. Even he had a hard time telling sevens and ones apart and he had to type each four also as a nine. With hand writing like his, careful wasn't ever good enough.

He located the west house and the few cameras in the area. And copied the camera identifiers onto a note pad, calling up the footage from each and scanned hour by hour. The cameras were old, not the priority for the security of the pre-war city. None of them had the night vision capability of the city center.

He moved to the next camera. And the story was similar, hours of nothing. The next, the next, the next. He leaned back, the pops domino-ed up his spine when he arched.

"Fuck, that's not right."

Four spun around and onto his feet in seconds. Rafael was leaning against the open door to the control room, a plate in his hand. He'd probably been there for less than a minute, Rafael wasn't patient enough to just stand around.

"Jumpy?" He asked, coming in and setting two sandwiches down on the small desk.

"You scared the shit out of me. You shouldn't be in here."

It was stupid to have the door open, anyone could come in, member or not, friend or not. He quickly tapped a few keys to send the monitors blank and tucked the map book under the desk.

"Yeah, yeah, I thought you might need something to eat. And a reminder about training."

Four looked at his watch, five hours he'd sat flipping through the channels, no breaks, no conversation, just obsessively looking pixel by pixel. The phosephenes bounced around under his lids while he rubbed life back into each eye.

"Thank you." He said simply, his gratitude punctuated by a loud gurgle.

"So, what are you doing?" Rafael asks playfully.

"Nothing, just my job."

"Which one, the computers and stuff?"

Four bit into the soft bread and through the tangy, honey ham. The glob of mustard assaulting his tongue in contrast. He'd have preferred a little less of the vinegar tinge, but he was eager to end the sudden ache. Rafael picked at the notes.

"Gibberish." He laughed, setting it back down, "Zeke was looking for you in the training room, something about picking a fight before you're healed up."

"Yeah, I'll be down there in a bit." He murmured. "You enjoying it? Still thinking about it?"

"Yeah, it's fun. I've never learned to fight, you know, not like officially. It's a little different when it's just you and one other person, easier than in a bar."

"That's true, but not as much fun." Four took another bite.

"Amar has the aptitude test all set up. He said he had to submit me to the government registry or something." He shrugged, "When I get back from Amity, it's all set."

"Are you sure? Once you take the test, they'll expect you to make a decision."

"I'll choose Dauntless." He says automatically.

"You don't even know your options."

"Amar said —"

"He's Dauntless born, he only knows two ways to live and only one of them is inside the fence." He snapped, tired of Amar's constant bandwagon. Rafael needed to employ some caution.

"I guess so." He reflected quietly.

"Come to the government center, I'll see if I can get you out to visit all of the factions, at least once."

"I'm leaving for Amity pretty soon." He cast off the offer.

"Oh? Did they come back with specifics?"

"Yeah, the work office said a couple others are going from here, so I'm tagging along."

"Who else?"

"Lauren, Stew, maybe a few others."

Four didn't like the idea of Lauren leaving, even if it was temporary. She was good for an escape from his thoughts for a few nights a week. But she could keep Rafael out of trouble.

"You sure about Lauren?"

"Yeah, some doctor's orders or something. Sunshine, hard work, and this tea, I guess, that supposed to stop dreams?"

Four nodded, letting the information sink in. He'd been selfishly bantering to Lauren like nothing had happened, ignoring what happened to her. He'd become aware that depression, alcoholism, and anxiety was terrorizing the Dauntless. He didn't fully realize it effected his friends. It settled into his gut, an additional weight to everything he carried.

"Maybe it's best." Four admitted through a mouthful.

"So, you coming to bed tonight?" Four couldn't keep from laughing, the suggestive manner Rafael used shattered any idea of getting focused again.

"Yeah, just keep your hands to yourself, okay?"

"The hands want what the hands want." Rafael chided, "See you in the training room." He added as a last reminder before stepping out.