I lay on a cool, smooth surface, light trying to force its way through my eyelids. Was this what it felt like to be dead? Yes, I must be dead, because there was no way I could have survived- What? My memory felt like one big, big cup that someone had just drained. No memories. No feelings. Nothing. I heard voices, and tried to listen as closely as I could. Are those souls? Would I be able to see my dad again? "A miracle she survived it-" "No thanks to you, you lazy-" "Let's not argue, she's alive, and she's just the weapon we need." My head spun. So I really was alive. I could feel someone drawing nearer, feel their warm breath on my neck. "Yes, how humiliating it will be for the famous Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay,to be destroyed by her little sister, who she almost died for in the first place." And it all came rushing back. I could remember mother, working on a patient in district 13, I could remember Gale taking us from 12, only to see it blow up before my eyes. I remember Buttercup, our fat orange cat that Katniss had rescued from our house. Katniss. i remembered her best of all. I remembered her saving me from the arena, and her comforting me before the reaping. And then I remember the bombs, the explosions among the Capitol children, being sent in to help, and then a loud noise, Katniss' scream, and pain, worse than anything I had ever felt. Then darkness. It was Coin, I remembered now. She had asked me to sign a special document, so that I could go out on the field, but I never did. Not until that last day, when I remember it being strange that there were more silver parachutes in the cargo hold next to me. I wanted to pull from the table, jump up, find Katniss, tell her it wasn't Snow at all, it was Coin- But I couldn't. I was stuck at this place, wherever it was, and someone was drawing near, I could hear their footsteps on the ground. I heard them whisper to another, "This is the last step. if she even has memories, she won't any longer. It only makes sure that she won't start to remember her sister, and resist-" "Shut up, Lawsen, she might be conscious." "Not a chance." But they didn't talk any more. I felt the point of a syringe touching my neck, then pain, and then darkness again.