I am lost in a world of fog. I feel sluggish, as though I am trying to sprint through thick mud. I know I am dreaming. I also know something very bad has happened. I struggle to regain consciousness. Slowly, my head clears. My eyes flutter open and try to focus on something. Anything. I am in a room so white it almost hurts my eyes. I look to my left and see a small steel table with what look like the professional versions of medical tools my mother and Prim have at home. I try to sit up, but I am unable to. I am tied down on a cold metal table. A wave of panic rolls through me, and I begin fighting the restraints on my wrists.
"Ms. Everdeen, please stop. You're going to hurt yourself."
I pause, and slowly shift my gaze to the owner of the voice. It belongs to a man standing at the foot of the table. How long has he been standing there? The man is fairly tall, with curly black hair. His green eyes are unwavering as they stare at me. He offers a slight smile.
"Where am I? Who are you?" I begin. Hundreds of questions race through my mind. I look desperately at him, begging him to make sense of my life.
"Ms. Everdeen, you are in the Capitol."
I am not prepared to hear this. I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding, and my body begins to tremble. I feel my muscles tense, waiting for the fight that will not come. Suddenly, one question shoots to the front of my mind. "Where's Peeta? Where is he?" I ask the man. He raises his eyebrows just slightly, but says nothing. "WHERE THE HELL IS PEETA?" I shriek, fighting the restraints. I thrash my body wildly on the table, desperately trying to free myself. I need to find Peeta, keep him alive. I hear the click of a door, and realize the man has left. I am alone. Still fighting the restraints, I hear a slight hiss from above. A purple gas has begun filtering in through the vent. I stare at it until my vision goes dark. My last thought is of Peeta's smile.
