Chapter 2: Where I Rest my Head.

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We walked in silence down the road. She was almost skipping as I trudged along behind her. I swear, she may have even been whistling. I looked all around while we walked, trying to guess where she was taking me. She said she would take me to where she lived, so that I could see a picture of her mom.   I don't know why, but I wanted to be absolutely sure that this was Christina's daughter.

After about ten more minutes of silently walking down the dirt street, she stopped and craned her neck around to stare at me.

"Are you always so quiet?" She asked flatly while sticking out her bottom lip. 

"Well, there's not really much to talk about." I replied coldly, while sticking my hands in my pants pocket. I could feel the small urn I always carried with me. My hands circled around it. I remembered when this urn held Tris's ashes. Why on earth did I keep it? Maybe it's because this urn, was one of the only things I had left of her. I held Tris's body in my arms. This urn held her ashes in it's cold interior. This urn and I were similar. We both let her go. 

"What do you mean by that?" She asked as if I offended her. Her words snapped me back into reality, and I took my hand out of my pocket immediately. Releasing my hold on the small container. 

"Well, I mean, we barely know each other." I said while rubbing the back of my neck. My hair was getting long. I can't remember the last time I cut it, but it was growing out in waves that covered my ears. 

"Well...we could start by introducing ourselves. You know my name, but what's yours?" She asked while raising one of her eyebrows. I thought about her question. Who was I? Four or Tobias? 

"Four." I said as my voice cracked. Beatrice laughed loudly as her eyes brightened. 

"Four? Like the number?" she stated between giggles. This made me smile, and soon enough, I was laughing too. 

"Guess what?" I said as I began to calm down, but I still couldn't stop smiling. 

"What?" Beatrice asked eagerly, as we turned down a new street. 

"Your mom said that exact same thing to me, when I first told her my name was Four." I said with a grin. 

"Really?" Beatrice asked with delight.

"Yeah. Your mom was very....uh...outspoken. She was very bad at learning how to keep her mouth shut." I said with a chuckle. Beatrice laughed and nodded her head, before suddenly pointing at something in front of us. 

"Look! That's my house!" She said excitedly, grabbing my arm, and pulling me to our next destination. I followed along willingly as she stopped in front of a blank brink wall. She stood next to the wall, and gestured wildly too it. 

"Welcome, Mr. Four, to my humble home." She said brightly. I just laughed. 

"Um. That's funny, but how do you-" I started, but was cut off when she began knocking on the bricks. She knocked in a musical rhythm until the bricks shimmered and faded away revealing a small silver doorway. 

"Woah," I gasped. "How did you do that?" She beamed at me proudly. 

"Well...obviously there is some kind of technology used to open the door. I think it may have been some kind of secret storage unit for the Erudite. I came across it when it was open, and then just by messing around with the dials inside, I figured out how to make it look like a brick wall from the outside." She declared.

I nodded and followed her through the little door. Once inside, I turned back to look at the open door, and I was amazed to see the brick wall reappear, closing in the exit. It was pitch black in the room and all I could her was Beatrice stumbling around. I guessed that she was looking for the light switch. Suddenly, an overwhelming fear came over me like a wave. I was in a small dark room. The only exit had disappeared into a solid brick wall, and I didn't know how to open it. I panicked and fell to the ground screaming, as I let my claustrophobia take over me.

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