You push towards the letterboard, the names blurring until you see...

1. Tris

2. Peter

3. Drew

4. Rita

5. Marlene

6. Lynn

7. Christina

8. Uriah

9. Will

10. Y/N

Your heart freezes in your chest. Tenth. 

You shudder, turning away from the board and reminding yourself that it's just a number. As long as you can do well on the final simulation, none of this matters...

But you do wonder: will you make it?

There's a burst of reactions as people see themselves, then the room flutters back into the hum of conversation again. 

Advance to 103.