She seemed to stiffen, and then a look of pure betrayal flitting across her face which could not be mistaken for anything else, she sat up and schooled her face, looking down. Pippa's nostrils flared and relaxed a few times and her lips were holding back a bigger tremble.

Her silence spoke louder than any arguments they'd shared during the months since her arrival. Finally, she spoke softly, "If you will excuse me." Pippa then stood, no longer able to hear over the loudest tinnitus she'd ever heard, her feet shuffling beneath her echoed faintly underneath the sound of the multi toned whistling. She had a case of tunnel vision, the darkness surrounded her. She did not go far, she wasn't running away.

She went to her room and simply pulled the chair over to the open window, letting the air hit her flushed cheeks. She closed her eyes and started to try and breathe as panic closed her throat and she began to tremble. She lifted her face to the beams of sunlight and that was when the world started to fade into black. If Tris did not follow, he would hear the chair and then find her on the floor. Regardless of his timing, she would faint.