"Cato!" her scream echoed around him, taunting him, he could hear the panic in her voice. Where was she? He spun around and around again and again searching for a direction. She's there; he thinks and stumbles off that way. But no she screams again but it's behind him now. That way then. He had to find her. Why couldn't he find her?

Tears threatened to spill, hot from his eyes. But he mustn't cry, he can't let the world see the heartless Cato in tears. Why couldn't he find her? The frustration and worry was tearing him part from the inside. Where was his Clove?

He looked at his hands; blood. That was all he saw on them. Blood. When did that get there? He didn't know, didn't care. It wasn't his. He had to find her.

Looking down again; there was an arrow sticking through his hand. But it made no sense.

He blinked and he was back at the Cornucopia. She was standing right next to it but she seemed perfectly fine. Stumbling up to her, "Clove," he breathed, a smile coming to his face as he touched her cheek but she didn't react; perfectly still… unnaturally still.

A growl sounded in his ear and he jerked away and spun around to look around the clearing but it was empty. The growl sounded again but it was coming from behind. His gaze turned back to her slowly, dreading what he saw. She wasn't there anymore, instead a beast stood in her place. Twice the size of a wolf and sharp fangs bared, it should've scared him but it didn't. He just looked into its eyes and saw hers staring right back at him.

And for the first time in his life, Cato fell to his knees as tears burned in his eyes. And they just looked at each other. "Clove…" his broken whisper seemed to echo through the whole arena. Her name was the last word to ever grace his lips.

"Cato! Cato!" her voice again, but this time it was next to him. Slowly he opened his eyes to find two beautiful brown orbs staring into his ice blue ones. "Are you alright? What do you remember?" she didn't seem worried or panicked at all.

All he could think about was how she wasn't a mutt anymore and she was fine, right in front of him. And instead of answering her he just wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight quickly.

Yet there was a nagging feeling about that hallucination.