From the back of the truck all I could see was the moon and some trees. I can't believe that Peeta and I were kidnapped, I can see it now "big news Peeta and Katniss Mellark kidnapped." I wonder what people will think when they find out. My husband, Peeta, is next to me, knocked out. We are in the back of our kidnappers vehicle. I hope that Peeta is okay. His head is cut open, a big gash, it finally stopped bleeding while I was still knocked out. I brush a peice of hair out of his face. He stirs. Is that a good sign? I hope so. *30 minutes later* He groans again. His eyes are opening. He looks lost... No! A flashback. I grab his arms in an attempt to keep him from hurting me or himself, "Peeta, stay with me!" I kept yelling. "Your okay, we are okay, I'm here. I'm your wife Katniss, I'm not the enemy." A few minutes of silence went by. "I know" he finally says. His eyes don't look so lost anymore. He kisses me and at that exact moment I knew that everything would be okay as long as Peeta is by my side.