It's five days after the events that happened in the Capitol, where you and the rest of Squad 451 had gone to assassinate President Snow and since Finnick had watched you almost die and almost fall into the fire thanks to Katniss almost setting off the Holo. Now he sits by your side in District 13 on the small hospital bed, where you are, where you have been sitting and knitting a sweater in silence, bandages on both your arms, stitches all over your back from where the capitol's rose-scented mutts had attacked you, various memories of the past playing in your head, lost of all sense of reality. He wasn't even sure if you could hear him but Finnick talked anyway.

"Do you know where you are?"