You aren't sure how many days have passed in the arena. You aren't even sure what time it is, but you can see the sun out so it must be morning or afternoon. You're walking through the rainforest with your ally pack - Finnick, Mags and Johanna as well as the newest victors, victors from District 12, Katniss and Peeta.

The group splits up. You, Finnick and Johanna are talking and Mags is resting whilst you wait for the others to get back from wherever they've run off to when you hear the screams coming from the clearing where they were.

You run over to see what's going on, running to Katniss in the clearing, who's screaming, covering her ears. Too focused on getting her attention, you don't even realise what's happening until you hear the cries of the Jabberjays.

The Jabberjays are screaming your name, their voices mixed up and garbled from your memories or people you know. And Finnick's voice. Finnick's voice, screaming the loudest. Calling your name, the pain and desperation in his voice as the Jabberjays swoop lower and lower above you and Katniss.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! It's not real!" But you've gotten to a point where you can't even tell if it's Finnick, if it's Jabberjays or if he's really in pain. The arena is spinning, and so is your head.