It's cold in thirteen. The white flourescent lights are flickering, making a buzzing sound above your head. It's been five weeks since you've been rescued from the capitol after being left behind in the arena with Peeta and Johanna, and were kidnapped by President Snow. You feel like you've gone insane. You don't know the difference between right and wrong, and a thousand memories from your past are playing over and over in your head, including the deaths of your loved ones and everyone who died in the very first and most previous Hunger Games that you survived. Your hair is messy, your skin is pale, and you haven't eaten in days.

You're sitting in bed and you can hear footsteps outside your room, although you aren't sure if you've made up the noises in your head. The white sliding door opens, and two guards who are dressed in all black and are carrying guns walk in, with Finnick behind them. Finnick walks over but is careful to stay a few feet away from you, prior to Katniss being attacked by Peeta earlier in the week.

"Hey." Says Finnick, voice soft and gentle. "Do you know where you are?"