I hear whimpering. I'm annoyed for a split second. Since I was up all afternoon playing with Prim and an old shoelace, I was counting on a good night's sleep to get me through the next day. And now I'm awake. And grumpy. Then I realize Prim is the one who's whimpering. My annoyance vanishes in a flash.

Prim is the only perfect human in this world and I love her with all my heart. And she shouldn't ever be sad, in pain or in danger. Not if I can help it. And as a rugged cat, I can help a lot.

The only problem is, there doesn't seem to be anything around that could make Prim whimper so piteously. So I pad over to the beds and realize Prim is asleep. She's having a nightmare. It must be about the reaping thing. She kept talking about it yesterday while we were playing. She seemed very worried about it. That's all she talked about while we played our little game. She didn't even find it funny when the shoelace wound around my claw and I couldn't get it off. Whatever this reaping is, it will not hurt Prim when I'm around. So when she gets up and climbs into her mother's bed, I jump up beside her.

She smiles a small smile when she sees me and scratched my ears slightly. She's still afraid, but I've been able to comfort her slightly. And that makes me happy. I'm going to stay awake beside her the whole night, and no reaping is going to get past me and take her away from me.