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" Did you run the whole way back?" Christina jokes as I enter the apartment. Using the back of my hand I wipe my brow, and realize it's soaked. I haven't done this much exertion to my body in a very long time. I can feel my body is older now.

I collapse into the nearest chair and exhale so loudly, it hurts my chest. There's a shuffling noise, and I watch as Beatrice crosses towards me with a glass of water. She squats next to me and touches my hand. She doesn't have to say anything, it's written all over her face.

" I'm fine." I tell her, although she doesn't believe me. "Honestly! It went down without injury, well physical injury anyway."

Christina sits up a little straighter, " So she showed up?"

"She sure did!" I reply, rubbing the bridge of my nose, " She was there when I arrived. I assume she wanted to get the drop on me! Played it cool though, or at least I tried to. She's pretty upset and could hardly hide it."

My eyes flick down to the floor and then quickly up to Beatrice's eyes, " She snooped around before I got there. She found a bottle we had left behind. She asked where I was hiding you."

I watch as Beatrice's eyes widen and her jaw tightens. I retell the events of earlier to the best of my ability. I admit, there were a few times there where my adrenaline took over and I was a bit out of sorts.

" So basically all of the cards are on the table. She knows I have you. And we know she's working with David." When I say it, there's a release in my chest. But it's almost immediately replaced by a different one. Evelyn will have to report to David. He will discover what I've done and sure as hell come after us.

There's a swift knock on the door and the three of us nearly jump out of our skins. Christina rises and, peeking slowly, opens the door to allow Zeke to enter.

"Well you're in one piece so I suppose it didn't go too terribly!" He says. He's serious but he's trying to keep it light. Walking to me, he reaches out and claps a hand to my shoulder.

" I received this not ten minutes ago, " He says, dropping a thick small envelope in my lap, " Though, it's for you."

Sitting up I turn it over and see very large letters FOUR across the front. Ripping it open I find the familiar old red paper and handwriting.

" It's from Mary Cline!" I say, and begin to read the letter aloud.

Four,

I'm sorry but I must contact you again. Word has been received that the Fitter family has gone missing. I heard they left in the night. House empty, no signs of where they had gone. Whether they went on their own accord is a whole other matter. Although I believe he took his family and ran for it.

The same cannot be said for your dear friend Matthew, who has also gone missing. I have heard nothing on this, except that David had somehow worked out that he had been working with whoever had taken Tris. I worry for Matthew. Such a kind man.

If David has worked out Matthew's end of it all, I have no doubt you will not be far behind. David is not stupid and I'm sure he already suspects you. All he is looking for is evidence as to not ruin his relationship with Evelyn.

" How does she know about Abe and Matthew?" I mumble to myself, although clearly everyone hears me.

" Well if she was following us as much as you say, " Beatrice answers. " She probably was still keeping tabs on you this whole time."

Zeke leans himself against the nearest wall, and huffs , " It's a scary thought though. If she can watch us so closely, what's to stop anyone else?"

There's a silence that hushes over us and, flicking the paper in my hand I realize there's a second page to this letter. This page is more hastily written and smudged ink that even still looked wet.

Four you must run. Get out of the city now! I've heard whispers that you've been spotted! Who you may be conspiring with! Where you might be!

Go now…

Suddenly,

There's another knock on the door.

Writers note: so straight up…I'M SOOOOOO SORRY FOR THE DELAY! Things have been crazy the last two weeks and i'd hit a small writers block on how to turn the story to where i need it. Sorry for the short chapter but i swear, bear with me for a little while and it'll pick up again! again, sorry for the delay….just a crazy over scheduled few weeks.