There's one thing to be said about falling asleep in the middle of cooking: it was pure luck the welcome hall didn't burn down. Tris picks herself up from the tiled floor, holding her head. It takes a minute to consider her options. Outside of the kitchens, all over the welcome hall she's seeing people wake up, still half dazed, and she's still clutching the remains of that relief that swept over her.

She has to see Ellie.

Suddenly left with no regard for the rationing all across the city, Tris just barely remembers to turn the stove off and texts her friend.

Can we meet somewhere? Now?