I look into his eyes, wondering if he's serious. They are blank. He really doesn't know who I am. How could he forget me, after all that we have been through? How could he forget that we are married? How could he forget we made love to each other? How could he forget he got me pregnant? How could he forget we both survived the Hunger Games together? How could he forget our trip across Panem for our victory tour? How could he forget that I got our parents killed? How could he forget that he was forced to go back into the arena? How could he forget that he was rescued from it? How could he forget that he was there when I gave birth to our children? How could he forget that he sacrificed himself so we could escape? And worst of all, how could he forget that he loves me? It doesn't make sense. The look on his face tells me that he really is lost. The moon light brightly reflects off of the sweat and blood he has all over his face and body. The bandages Katniss put on his legs in the arena are gone, exposing his wounded flesh. They look infected too. He asks again,"Who are you?" I tell him my name. He then says,"That rings a bell, but not much." I then ask,"You don't remember me at all?" He replies,"Kind of." I then respond with,"What do you mean kind of?" He answers with,"Well, I do know that my name is Cato. The last thing I remember happening is that I woke up in a train car, tied up on a post inside. I was surrounded by guards. They told me it was time to sleep and that knocked me out by hitting me in the head. I dreamt about a person that looks exactly like you. I dreamt we were in the Hunger Games, but I eventually woke up. Luckily the guards were asleep, so I was able to escape my bonds and knock them out, and I jumped off the moving train. Then an instinct told me to find you. I didn't know where you were, but my gut lead me to you. I was being pulled to you as if you were a magnet. The attraction was strong, even though you were a long way away. What I don't get is, why are you so prominent in my mind? How do I know you?" I try to explain to him, but he gets even more confused. I decide to just go and treat his wounds and clean the blood off him. I sit him on the large blanket I had put by the pond and grab the first aid kit. I have him remove his shirt and jacket because I can see blood soaking through. I discover that he has been shot in his shoulder and the side of this hip. He is losing a lot of blood. I clean his wounds with an antiseptic wipe. He flinches because it burns. I tell him to just take it easy. Once the wounds are clean, I bandage them up. I also put new bandages on his alligator bites. After that, I dip his shirt into the pond and use it to wipe off the rest of his body. I then dip his shirt and jacket into the pond so I can get the blood of it. I hang it on a tree to dry, and go to sit next him. I can't seem to stop myself from trailing my hands up and down his chest. His body hasn't changed a bit. I don't know why he doesn't stop me. I guess he doesn't even care. He's too worried about what is going on. He then asks me what happen's next. Out of the blue, lean in to kiss him. When I let go, his eyes light up, and he declares,"Oh my gosh, Clove! It's you!" He then pulls me back in for another kiss, and I begin to fiddle with my jacket. I know where this is going.