Andrew rises from his chair in our family room and turns to me and says "I'm going to turn in early Natalie, tomorrow is going to be a long day".

Tomorrow is the Choosing Ceremony, the day when our sixteen year olds get to choose which faction they wish to belong to. The Ceremony takes hours and then we have to bring the Abnegation initiates back to our faction and settle them in. Because Andrew is an important member of the council we will need to be on hand to help. Abnegation doesn't usually get many transfers, if any at all but we still need to be prepared.

"I will be up in a moment, I just want to finish this row", I reply, as I continue to knit the blanket I am making to give to the factionless. Just as I put the knitting needles down there is loud frantic knocking on our front door.

Andrew looks at me with a look that tells me that this is going to be a long night. Almost every year since Andrew has been on the council we can be guaranteed of someone knocking on our door the night before the Choosing Ceremony. Usually it is someone worried that their child will choose a different faction, occasionally a parent who thinks their child may be divergent and how can they hide them. But on the rare occasion we have had the frantic knocking we have now, and we know that someone has broken the rules to try and stop their childs divergents from being detected in the aptitude test.

Andrew quickly opens the front door, hoping the loud bangs haven't woken our children or even the people in the houses around ours. We both let out a gasp at the same time, as the person standing on our doorstep is the last person we thought we would be seeing tonight.

Marcus Eaton the leader of Abnegation is standing on our doorstep. Andrew moves out of the way to let him in. I don't think I have ever seen Marcus look the way he does right now, not even when Evelyn died. He is breathless like he has been running for an extended period of time, although his house is only a short distance from our home.

Marcus starts to say in between panting, "its Tobias I can't wake him, there is something wrong". With this I look at Andrew who nods his head and I run out the front door towards the Eaton home. I can hear Andrew say to Marcus, "just calm yourself Marcus, Natalie knows what to do".

I'm running towards the Eaton residence and it dawns on me that I haven't seen Tobias for years, maybe a glimpse of him returning home from school but never any interactions with him since his mother's funeral. I don't even remember speaking to the boy even at the funeral, the poor child just stood in a corner as far from people as he could get.

I enter the Eaton home and start to walk up the stairs to where I know the bedrooms will be. Just as they are in every Abnegation home. As I step onto the first step I can already hear the sobs coming from his bedroom. Whatever he has seen must be extremely traumatic for him.

I enter Tobias' room and my heart is breaking. There is Tobias curled up into the foetal position holding his pillow and rocking back and forth. He is sobbing and calling out the name Tris. I sit down on the side of the bed and gently shake his arm. "Tobias you have to wake up, please wake up for me", I say to him. "Tobias you have to wake up, please wake up for me", I say to him again, this time shaking him a little harder. His eyes slowly open and he looks at me with shock in his eyes and he launches himself at me, wrapping his arms around me and saying, "Ï can't believe you're alive."

This is definitely going to be a long night I think to myself.