TRIS'S POV

"Mommy! Mommy!" a girl squeals. My eyes open in time to see her climb onto the bed and jump next to me with a soft thud.

This had to have been a dream. The sun was shining and each unfamiliar face was smiling. I stepped out of bed and to a mirror. My body was taller, stronger, my eyesight much better than it ever had been. Dark brown hair falls past my shoulders and I stare at my olive skin with grey eyes. This wasn't me. But who was it?

This was a dream, I remind myself. I run my fingers through the soft strands; they smell strange, like trees. Nature. Something I haven't smelled for a long time. My head throbs faintly and I place my fingers on my forehead.

I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck and the pressure of a soft hand on my free arm. My eyes flashed open to see a blonde boy, no larger and older than Tobias, his eyes a piercing blue.

Then it occurred to me. This felt all too real….

I darted away from the boy and out the door, running down the stairs. Panicked thoughts ran through my head.

"Katniss?" Someone's hand wrapped around my wrist. "Katniss…what's wrong?"

It was a woman, blonde hair, blue eyes. Who was she? Who was the boy? Who was the little girl? Why was I here? Was this a simulation…or…or….

My heartbeat slowed and I stood still. The only way to go back to my body was too calm down. The woman's face seemed to relax and I myself calmed down. After a few minutes the boy came downstairs and wrap his arms around me. He smelled like bread.

We sat on a couch; I laid my head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. After a few moments the sky still blue and clear, the horizon cluttered with trees. It was then I had to face facts, this was not a dream, not a simulation, this was real.

But I couldn't make myself move. The warmth of the boy was comforting, but this wasn't my life. It was Katniss', whoever she was. I sat up with the boy and looked him dead in the eye. He took my hands and held them to his chest; I ignored the gesture and pulled my hands away.

"What's wrong?" he asks, worry fills his voice and his eyes. Immediately I think of Tobias and my heart swells. I ignore that too.

Instead, I clear my throat, "Who is Katniss?"

A plate shatters.

The blonde boy simply cups my chin in his hands and says. "You are."

I pull my face away and shake my head, "No. I'm not." My voice quivers, "Who are you?"

"Peeta Mellark." He whispers, his voice thick. Tears trailed down his face. He must've loved her to be crying over her already. He must think I am her, but without any memory.

Maybe I was. Except the fact that I know who I really am. I'm just in the wrong place. I turn my focus back on Peeta. The tears glimmered in his eyes, causing them to turn a brighter even more piercing shade of blue. He was handsome in a way, so kind and gentle. His partner must've been the same way. They must've been Amity, both of them.

Peeta's tears made me sick in a way. Crying over someone they love. I would never cry if I lost Tobias, would I? I'm not sure anymore. The longer I watched him, the more my body longed to hug him and comfort him; to stop his cries. In the end, that need won.

"Don't cry, please, don't cry." I awkwardly wrap my arms around him. The body wanted more, but this was already too much.

Peeta took it as a hopeful gesture that I remembered and his eyes sparkled. His soft deft hands lift my chin and his lips pressed against mine. The pressure was gentle and he tasted of bread and flour. I wanted to pull away but this body had other ideas. My hand entangled itself into his hair and my lips responded to his touch.

There was not a coherent thought in my body, just the feel of his lips on mine. It burned like fire; his skin against mine, his breath- all of it. It was so different from the electric sparks from when Tobias and I kissed. Tobias….

Immediately I pulled away, ashamed of my behavior- of myself. My face hardens as his face was filled with hurt and rejection. It was then I realized the others trying to look casual behind us. The fingers- my fingers- the ones that did not truly belong to me- catch his chin, forcing him to look at me.

"Listen," I say with a heavy sigh, "I'm not your Katniss. I am Tris Prior. I don't know how I got here or why I am here but I do know one thing. We are going to find her."