Nightmare's never make sense. They just start in the depths of midnight, dance upon your sleeping eyelids, and then leave you, shriveling, crying the early morning's light.

You see that's one good thing about being asleep. You know, somewhere, that everything just isn't real, that sooner or later, you're going to wake up to a world very much unlike the one the night brought to you.

However, not all nightmare's happen behind closed eyelids. Some strike out in the day, in the real world, in a world where there is no waking up, where there is no comfort in the early morning's light.

For Septimus Stone, the nightmare's of his sleep had become more real to the him than the hell he had lived through on that cool, spring day when then the men in armor had taken him away from everything he lived, from everything he held dear.

On that day, his nightmare's became reality.

But even as his nightmare's slowly melded into reality, he faced with a brave face, without a tear, without a shriek. Nightmare's couldn't hurt you, not really.

Unfortunately, another young man named Conner Pendal did not share that same disposition. For the Conner, the nightmare was just beginning.

For the first time, Conner didn't need his sight to experience the horror. It's not like he had any choice, anyway.

When the reaping came, most of Panem was rapt as they watched the stuff of night terrors unfold on stage.

Elisabeth Danielle Carmichael, however, was otherwise occupied. When she was finally found behind an old, abandoned storage building, she nearly snapped from the pressure, began begging for help from a young freckled man who just ran.

Could anyone have blamed him?

There were more. All over Panem, the night was destroying the day, the shadow's were overtaking sunlight.

The nightmare was becoming real.