That was all it took for me to faint. I can hear Haymitch's surprised yelp as he catches me from behind, trying to prop me right-side-up again.

"Katniss, snap out of it!" I hear his slurred voice yell as he realizes I can't actually stand when I'm going unconscious. Coming into the hallway are multiple footsteps, each going the same hurried pace, except for one that reaches me before the others.

"Katniss!" I hear Gale's frantic voice yell as he pulls me up in his arms, my head leaning against his chest. His pinecone scent is the last I remember as my mind departs, leaving me in total, utter darkness.

Because Peeta might be out there, right this moment. And I couldn't even reach him.

I wake up with plush pillows sagging against me from the sides of the couch I'm laying on. I blink a couple times to clear the dark splotches handicapping my vision before taking in the room around me.

I am in the living room of the ship. I can hear my mom and Prim arguing in the kitchen, obviously about ingredients to herbal medicine. Sitting beside me on a small table is a porcelain cup filled with honey tea, halfway empty. When I prop my head to the side more, I can make out the outlines of three people discussing an issue in the dimmed hallway. I'm about to turn my head back around when a sudden, deep voice startles me out of my nerves.

"Finally woken up?" the gravely voice of none other but Finnick asks. I glance at him with a surprised face, realizing how long it had been since I had seen him. "I was the one that sent the message," he says. Something is different about him. Maybe it is the distance in his eyes or how his face seems raw with tears.

"Are they really here?" I question, my eyes growing wider. He nods and continues to stare at me seriously. "Even Peeta?" I add in a small voice.

"Yes," he answers quietly then quickly wipes away a forming tear in his eye.

"What's wrong?" I ask, knowing that being such a broad question, everything is wrong at the moment.

"They have Annie," he replies in a stone voice. Both of our nightmares have been fulfilled. I bite my lip, guilty that I hadn't caught his troubled face before.

"I'm sorry," I say. He only shakes his head before standing up and departing. I am soon left alone. I can suddenly feel the medicine my mom had filled me with in my sleep come to my head again. A drowsy feeling enters my mind and I fall back unconscious.

My dream becomes complicated. First, I am reaching down into an abyss where I see Gale holding on to the crumpled side for dear life. I stretch my fingers out, begging him to grab on to me. His hand flails to reach mine but it's useless. I stretch my body out just a couple inches more, and at last our fingers slide against one another. Mist blocks my view and the only visible thing is Gale's body.

Once I'm about to pull him up, a new body appears from between the mist beside his, Peeta. As an impulse, I fling my occupied hand at him, grasping his fingers just in time before he falls. His grateful eyes stare up at me and I pull him over the side of the abyss and to safety.

Just then, I remember Gale and throw my hand over the side to save him—but he's nowhere in sight.

I was too late.

I could have saved him, but I left him for Peeta. I glance beside me but Peeta is missing as well, leaving me alone, half my body over the side of the cliff, ready to fall.

I wake up with a startling feeling just as Gale walks in to the room. His surprised eyes stare at me warily.

"How are you feeling?" he asks as he slowly takes a seat beside me. His hand reaches to my head and presses against my forehead, a relieved smile coating his face.

"Where are we?" my parched voice questions.

"We found a place to land near District 7. Tomorrow we're planning on sending a crew out to scope the place."

"And the prisoners?" I ask on impulse.

Gale eyes me slowly. "We can't do much without knowing what's going on." I shake my head when he asks if I need anything, making him decide it's time for him to leave. Just as he's about to stand up, I grab his hand. He gazes down at me with soft eyes.

"Thank you," I say. His tired eyes give way and he smiles. His face comes down to mine and he kisses my forehead before walking out. I stare behind him as a sudden idea formulates in my head.

Once Gale is gone and no one is in sight, I stand up and pad barefoot towards an opposite hallway, where it seems abandoned for the time being. As I'm heading towards the end of it where a window sits, I glance down at my clothes and notice someone had changed me into cotton pants and a shirt, probably my mother. I thank her internally.

As soon as I reach the window, using nimble fingers, I unscrew the bolts and heave the window open. A blast of cool air whips my face as I set the glass gently down. I glance back into the ship, but no one seems to notice my disturbance. I take in an immense breath and climb out of the window, determined to figure out exactly what is going on.

I somehow felt like maybe, just maybe, I'll find Peeta.