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The train was plunged into darkness as I moved towards the dining area with Mags and Crucis for Dinner but as we emerged I found that I wasn't nearly hungry. In fact as we emerged on the other side of the tunnel I felt this overwhelming sense of being free but also crushed. It was like as I exited the capitol my mind just gave up on fighting what I had been trying to trap and get rid of and I began to hear the twitter of birds.

"I'm going to go change first," I murmured and didn't even wait for them to respond before starting back to my room which was no doubt the same as before. Moving in I scanned through the closet which Auricula had stocked with nice comfortable clothing and I quickly slipped out of my shoes and the dress before pulling on a pair of shorts and a blouse. Stepping into the bathrooms I looked to the mirror and found myself staring back at me, but greenery surrounded me. Pausing, I moved to reach out to the faucet of the sink that I knew was in front of me but felt the rough grain of wood instead of the smooth cold marble I should have. Brushing my fingers over it, I glanced around to find myself in the woods.

Letting out a shaking breath I felt tears start to sting my eyes and stepped forward in between two trees and reached out to where the closet had been just moments before only to touch a the branches of a willow. With shaking hands I looked down and saw that I hadn't in fact changed, I was in the same clothes as I had been for the past three weeks. It was a dream. I didn't make it out; I had just imagined it all. I had imagined the flood—something I knew I could overcome—and imagined getting out, being able to live. I had imagined Finnick.

Reaching up I tangled my fingers in my hair and dropped to the ground. Looking ahead of me I spotted my hole in the tree and crawled into it, tucking my legs up to my chest. It all looked so real. I was so stupid for thinking that I could make it out. Tipping my head down I let out the silent tears, not wanting the cameras to see as I just covered my ears wanting to just melt away. Falling over to the side slightly, I leaned against the rough wood and slid back running my fingers over it once more and dug my fingernails into it. Sniffling, I squeezed my eyes shut and attempted to get some sleep, hoping that I could just drift away from it.

Suddenly a hand grabbed me and knowing that someone had found me I let out a scream, fighting against whoever it was. "Annie!" I looked up and saw Silver with that menacing grin as he pulled me out of my hiding spot. Gripping onto my shoulders, he literally picked me up and threw me onto a log as I continued to kick and scream, beating against his chest. "Annie!" He shouted and I looked up to see Finnick this time and I was on the train and quickly squeezed my eyes shut.

"No, no, no, it's not real," I cried softly and heard the crunch of the leaves and smell of the forest come back.

"Annie, I'm real. You're out of there," Finnick continued and slowly I opened my eyes to find myself transported back to the train in the normal clothing, lying in a bed with him kneeling beside me. I had fallen asleep and emerged in the dream again. Squeezing my eyes shut again, I rolled over to the side, facing the wall as I pulled my knees up to my chest, letting the tears run onto the soft covers. I heard him let out a sigh and felt him sit down on the side of the bed as I just looked to the painted wall in front of me.

I didn't want to close my eyes because even if this was a dream it was far better than where I really was. There I was alone, cold, and hungry, here I was none of those things. Maybe if I just stayed here I would just die happily back there and could stay here forever with mom, dad, Mags, and Finnick.

"You're wrong," I whispered after a while and felt him jump slightly, as if startled.

"About what?" he questioned softly.

"This is all a dream. You're a dream, Mags, Crucis…I'm still in the forest," I spoke. "I'm just sleeping."

I felt him shift and glanced over to see him looking at me but surprisingly the once sunlit room was now only lit with a lamp to the side. Unsurely he looked over me and around the room before catching sight of something and reached forward to grab the dirty and worn piece of paper from all it had been through. "Hold on, Annie," He unfolded it and held it out to me. "I wrote this to you and sent it with the stew. Remember that?"

"In my dream, yes," I murmured unsurely.

"How do you want me to prove it to you, Annie? How do you want me to prove that this is real?" He asked.

Chewing on the inside of my lip, I moved to sit up and looked to him as I leaned back against the wall and realized that I couldn't think of anything. My mind could reasonably rationalize anything and that scared me more than anything. "I don't know," I whispered as my eyes stung with tears.

Reaching forward he gave me a sad smile which looked so out of place on his handsome face, and took either side of my face, making me look into his sad eyes. "I'm real, Annie. I'm sitting right here in front of you on your bed and I know that it might be a dream to most women in Panem, but this is real," He joked and I let out a small half grin. "You trusted me with your life in the games, and you have to trust me now."

"Okay," I breathed out and nodded slightly. With a smile he dropped his hands scooting back as I stayed curled up against the wall. "Finnick," I murmured and he looked over to me. "What time is it?"

"About one, we'll be back home in six hours," he answered and I frowned because somehow six hours had disappeared. "Are you hungry?" He looked to me and I gave a small nod. Standing up, he extended a hand and taking it I stood up, and stepped off the bed as we started towards the dining car silently. "Here," he led me around to the couch, "I'll go get some leftovers from the kitchen."

Nodding once again, I sat down on and turned to the screen in front of me. Picking up the remote, I flipped it on to see that they were showing a recap of my interview from earlier. Curling one of my feet up under me I looked to the girl which seemed so far away from the one I was now. And then there was another that they were expecting at home: all my friends and family. It was like there were three Annie's now, and I wasn't sure I liked the one I was now at all, I wanted to be the one that I used to be, the one that was most familiar but I knew I could never truly be.

"You did really well," Finnick's voice brought me out of my thoughts and I turned to see him walking in with two bowls of something and a bowl of cut up fruit. "Sorry, I couldn't make it. I had a something to finish up before leaving the capitol." I nodded in understanding as he sat down beside me, but couldn't help and wonder if that was a someone instead of a something. "I remembered that you liked the pumpkin soup from when we were coming over here."

"Thank you," I murmured and gave a small smile as I took the warm bowl. "Didn't you eat earlier," I gestured to his own bowl.

"Are you saying that I look fat?" He joked. I just gave a small eye roll and smile before taking a bite. "No, I didn't," He shrugged.

"Why not?" I frowned, having a feeling that I knew the answer.

"I was busy watching out for a friend," He answered and my frown grew as I looked down.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," I apologized, knowing that I had been beating and kicking him because of things.

"I can take it," He shrugged it off as I looked to him out of the corner of my eye, biting the inside of my lip. I wanted to say something to him, but I had no clue what to say that I hadn't already said, so I just settled for taking a bite of my soup. We ate the rest of our dinner in silence, I wasn't really listening to the interview, but I liked both the company and the sound. It was harder to slip in and out of whatever reality was.

Then we were both done and I still didn't know what to do. I wasn't about to go back into that room. I didn't even want to go to sleep because I knew that if I did I would wake up back in that forest. Just then Finnick started scooting down on the couch, "well I'm certainly not walking all the way back there," he smiled to me and propped a pillow behind his head. Smiling slightly I scooted down as well and put the throw pillow against the high arm of the couch, closing my eyes. "Night, Annie," he spoke and I felt a blanket drape over me before the couch shifted again with him getting comfortable.

"Night, Finnick," I murmured, pulling the blanket tight around me.