I decided to post a day early since you had to wait so long for the last update. Next one should be posted next Sunday. Until then, enjoy this new chapter and don't forget to review!

Tobias

*3 Days Before the Attack*

"Nothing," Zeke sinks back in his chair, shaking his head.

"Not a single person has gone to the keying office to have a key made?" I ask to clarify.

"Not a soul," Zeke grimaces.

"What about the camera outside my apartment?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary," he shakes his head again.

"Evelyn's place?"

In addition to the extra surveillance in my hallway and the keying office hallway, I had Zeke install extra cameras around Evelyn's and Nita's apartments.

"Nothing there and nothing at Nita's. Those two haven't even been seen together."

"We're missing something," I sigh. "It's been too quiet. There hasn't been another note, there's been no suspicious activity..."

"Maybe they're done with whatever game it is that they've been playing," he suggests.

"No, no, no," I shake my head. "They've got something planned. I know that they do. I just need proof. Something. Anything."

"If there's something going on, they sure know how to hide it."

"What about Peter?" I ask.

"I've seen him around, both in person and on camera. Just looks like he's going about his normal day. He has a routine and hasn't seemed to break it."

"Keep looking," I sigh. "I have to go meet Tris, but I know we're missing something. Matthew's pretty smart, why don't you bring him in on this and you two can put your heads together."

He agrees and I head to meet Tris. We're taking a look at some of the empty apartments today. I know she isn't comfortable at home, even though we changed the locks and no one has made a copy. As I make my way through the halls, I try to come up with why Evelyn and Nita would go this far just to get me to join them. Evelyn didn't even go this far when she wanted me on her side during the war. I know there's something that I'm missing, a piece of the puzzle that's buried.

I remember an old wooden puzzle that I had when I was a kid. Kids in Abnegation didn't have many toys - too selfish - but at certain ages, parents do allow certain toys that aren't seen as overly self-indulgent. Especially when they want a toddler to be quiet while they're having guests over. The silence of the child is looked at as being for the sake of the guest, therefore it's not selfish. The only toy that I had was that puzzle. I don't know where Evelyn found it, but it looked like it was centuries old. The majority of the picture on it had faded, but I could barely make out the silhouette of a mouse with large circles on top of his head. I always assumed them to be his ears. I never was able to complete the puzzle, though. Some of the border pieces were missing, and a few in the center. I couldn't make the sides connect and I couldn't get a clear picture of what the mouse was supposed to look like. I feel like I'm doing that puzzle now. I can't make the pieces connect and I can't seem to see the clear picture.

I push away the thoughts of my old faction as I round the corner to the first apartment, where Tris is waiting for me.

"There you are," she smiles when I walk in the door.

"Sorry I'm late. I was checking in with Zeke."

"Did he find anything?"

She's trying to hide her curiosity, I can tell. She tries to act like this isn't bothering her, but I know better. If that was really the case, we wouldn't be looking at new apartments.

"Not yet."

"Oh, okay," she pretends to brush it off. "Well, let's get started. There are quite a few to look at."

We spend hours going through every single room of every single apartment. Naturally, the last one on the list is the one that she likes.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asks.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've lived in that apartment since you left Abnegation. It's your home."

"It wasn't really my home," I shake my head. "It was my escape, sure. But I've never really had a home. Wherever you want to be is where I want to be."

She sighs and takes another look around.

"There aren't any windows."

"Most Dauntless apartments don't have windows," I point out. "The majority of them are completely underground."

"We have a window," she mumbles.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask her.

"Yes," she answers, but she hesitated.

"Why don't we take some time to think about it," I suggest. "We don't have to make up our minds right now."

"Okay," she sighs again. "And in the meantime?"

"In the meantime what?" I feel my brows furrow.

"What are we supposed to do? Someone is still trying to hurt me or kill me or whatever their goal is."

"In the meantime, you'll stay home. And someone will be with you at all times."

"No," she says immediately. "I am not going to live like a prisoner and have someone baby sit me. I can take care of myself."

"Tris," I say coldly. "This is not a debate. Until we know what's going on, you can't just act like everything is normal. It's not. I will talk to Zeke and Uriah and we will come up with rotations. There will be someone with you anytime you are going to leave the apartment. Matthew is going to be monitoring the cameras with Zeke, so we'll make sure that no one has access to the house, but you need to be taking this seriously."

"I am taking this seriously," she glares at me. "But I'm not going to let this rule my life. If you don't know that, then you don't know me very well at all."

"Oh, I do know that. Which is why I'm not giving you a choice."

We spend what has to be 10 minutes staring at each other. She breaks eye contact first and walks to the door, pushing past me. I follow her back to our apartment in silence. She unlocks the door when we get there and goes inside, shutting the front door in my face. I debate whether or not I should go inside, but I decide not to. She's strong and independent and doesn't like being told what to do, but she knows that I'm right.

I decide to track down Zeke and Uriah so we can discuss how we want to handle watching over her and exactly who we should include in the group. It's hard to know who to trust. Ultimately, we decide that the three of us can handle it since I'm with her most of the time anyway. We also figure that the less people we have involved, the more open to the idea she'll be. We elect Christina to be an alternate in case something comes up and the three of us have to be somewhere else. A few hours have passed, so I decide to see if she's ready to talk. As I'm walking down the hall toward home, Zeke runs up behind me and stops me in my tracks.

"You have to come see this."