It was the middle of the night, a bit past midnight. Tobias went through his fear landscape again; it was the third time this week. Aside from the dizzying height and the closed-up space and the sound of the belt cracking, the one thing that continued to echo in his mind, replaying and replaying, was the sound of the gunshot, and Tris falling to the ground, dead, in a pool of blood.
Tobias leaned his back against the rocky wall of the chasm, hoping the roars of the waves would drown out the sound of the gunshot; hoping the blue of the water would wash away the red of Tris' blood. It did little to help. He closed his eyes for a minute, maybe more, when he heard the light sound of footsteps. He didn't need to open his eyes to see who it was. He exhaled heavily. "You're supposed to be asleep," he said. "What are you doing up?"