I try my best to run from car to car in the dark, but it's difficult and I find myself stumbling and grasping onto the walls for support. All the while I'm screaming for Finnick, but no one responds. I call for Mags and Rosyn too.

Nothing.

The train begins to swing from side to side and continues to slide forward.

Where is everyone?

"Finnick!"

Still no response. And the train is still falling from its suspended rails, sinking into the water below. It's getting hotter as smoke is building up. Whoever stays in this train will die- there is no doubt about that. All I can think to do is to make it to the back of the train and hope Finnick is somewhere in the rear cars. And I realize that's all I can do- that's really the only rationalchoice I have…

I race to the back, listening for anyone who could be in the cars, but I hear nothing. All I can hear is my footsteps pounding against metal, and the eerie sound of the cars buckling on the rails.

"Eva?"

I hear Finnick from behind me, he is very far away, and I am so close to the back of the train…

Of course I go back: leaving Finnick behind is not an option.

I sprint as fast as I possibly can towards his voice without falling face first into the mess of the cars.

"Finn?" I think I hear commotion from a few cars back.

"Over here! I'm stuck!"

His car is nearly completely on its side. Couches and bottles and pillows are scattered everywhere.

"Eva here."

Pushing a large chair out of the way, I can see that Finnick is pinned underneath a large wooden office desk. His sea green eyes meet mine.

He tries desperately to yank his leg loose, "The damn thing won't budge."

Finnick counts to three and we both try to lift it. It moves three inches and settles back onto his leg.

He lies on his back and mutters underneath his breath, "Alright," he nods, "Okay. Eva once you get to the back of the train-"

"No."

Finnick's voice quivers and his eyebrows furrow together, "Don't tell me 'no'. Go to the back of the train, there's assistance there."

The car begins to shake. My lungs start to rattle inside of me; the smoke is starting to become unbearable. I shake my head and continue throwing my weight at the desk.

"It's not going anywhere, Eva! You need to get out of here!" Finnick is yelling at me to leave him. His hand catches my arm and shakes me to reality, "I didn't save you just to have you die two days later, dammit! Haul your ass out of here!"

My voice breaks into a sob, "I'm not leaving you here! Not alone!"

Finnick's eyes look like they did the day of my reaping. His nose reddens like it does when he's about to cry or when he's really upset- and right now he's both.

"Damn, you're stubborn," a stray tear rolls down his face, but he grins at me.

I wouldn't die any other way than beside him and he knows it.

I lie down beside him and rest my head on his trembling chest, "You know, you've been a real asshole lately."

His chest bounces as he laughs, "You haven't been exactly easy to deal with either."

I close my eyes to keep out the smoke and I feel a light pressure on my lips.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that," Finnick lays his head back onto the floor, keeping his eyes glued to mine.

The train car shifts again.

Finnick lifts his hand and places it softly on the side of my face. My skin vibrates underneath the warmth of his rough fingertips, "It's time for you to go, Eva."

"I'm not going anywhere."