I wake to the noise from the crowd practically right outside of the window. They're chanting the names of various tributes and cheering when the odds of their favorite go up. I try to shift around but I'm shocked to see Cato's arm draped across my stomach and it has me pinned. "Cato, wake up" I whisper and he stirs a little bit. I reach down and grab his arm trying to move it, only to have him tighten his grip more.

"Where do you think you're going?" he groans still not removing his arm. "Um, to take a shower. We need to get up." I reply. He sighs and puts even more weight on me. "Not yet, we still have time. We don't have anything to do until noon." He says as he begins to drift back to sleep.

I glance over at the clock to see that it's only 5:45 am. I shrug my shoulders and think to myself 'why not?' I haven't slept in in almost a year due to my rigorous training schedule. I roll back over so I'm facing the wall and fall back asleep soon.

I wake back up with a start with Cato yelling "No! Clove! Clove!" and thrashing around. "Cato, Cato!" I almost yell as I shake his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. He wakes with a gasp and sits straight up and immediately looks at me to see if I'm still here. "Oh, gosh." He mumbles under his breath as he runs his fingers through his messy blond hair.

I slowly rub circles on his back until he's calmed down enough to talk to me. "What happened?" I whisper to him. He shakes his head and pulls at his hair some more not looking me in the eye. "Cato" I say firmly as I take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. He looks me right in the eyes and I see something I've only seen once and even then, it wasn't like this. Cato has true fear in him.

He still doesn't say anything and pulls me into an air constricting hug. "It's ok. Shhh, it's ok. It's just a nightmare." I whisper in his ear as I smooth his hair at the base of his neck trying to calm him. "It was so real though" he mumbles into my neck. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask him patiently. "No, not yet." He whispers and we stay just the way we are for a few more minutes.

The whole time, I'm partially in shock. Cato has never once showed fear or vulnerability except for that night on the train, I didn't really sense that as pure fear. Just as anxiety. He's always been solid and I have never once seen him like this. He slowly begins to loosen his grip on me and I know for a fact that I'll have bruises all over my waist. I don't mind, but I'm sure Nadab and my prep team will.

He pulls away and lies back down taking me with him. I lay my head on his extended arm and look up at him, willing him to speak. He does, but never looks at me. All that he does is stare up at the ceiling. "It was about you" he begins as he tightens his grip on me, still not fully convinced that I'm actually there. "We were in the games. You and I split up. You were on top of Fire Girl about to end it when you were yanked off by Thresh. You screamed for me as he threw you into the cornucopia. I frantically began running towards you as I heard you getting louder and louder.

I was almost to you when I heard a cannon go off and saw Thresh run off in the other direction. I looked up and saw you lying there with a bloody rock sitting by your head. The last thing I remember is screaming for you and then I woke up." He finishes breathlessly. I prop myself up on my arm and look down at him through some of my hair that's fallen down. "I swear, we will never, once be separated in that arena" he says quietly as he tucks my hair behind my ear.

As he speaks, I truly believe him and know that I'll make it pretty far in the games. The two of us together will be unstoppable. "I believe you." I say with a small smile as I lay my head back down to try to sleep for a few more minutes.

I wake up about an hour later at about 8 o'clock and get up to shower. I take a little bit longer as my head is packed full of thoughts. Today is my last day of freedom, for a short time at least. I step out of the shower, towel off and brush my teeth as a machine dries and styles my hair. I walk back out to my room to get some clothes. I grab some sweat pants and a green tank top and quickly change into them before I wake Cato up.

"Hey, wake up" I say as I grab one of his feet that are sticking off of the end of the bed. He groans and rolls around before finally sitting up. He looks at me, runs his fingers through his hair, looks out the window then gets up and walks to my bathroom and shuts the door without saying a word.

I figured he would be this way. I knew he probably wouldn't want to talk about it because it would make him replay the incident in his mind. I sigh and sit down on my bed and wait for him to get done. After 10 minutes, he opens the door and is wearing nothing but a towel. I glance up and have to force myself not to stare at anything but his face. But, golly, he looks good. He's in the process of towel drying his hair and his chest.

I immediately realize that I'm staring at him again and clear my throat as I look back to the magazine I started to read. To my relief, he never says anything. "Um, Cato?" I say after a good five minutes of him standing in his towel. "Hmm?" He replies being snapped out of his thoughts. "How about putting on some clothes" I say to him. A smirk spreads across his face "Why? Do you find this distracting?" he says as he strikes a ridiculous pose. I immediately bust out laughing, both from shock and humor.

"How'd you know?" I reply sarcastically "Just a guess" he says over his shoulder with a wink as he heads out my door back to his room to change. I roll my eyes as he leaves but I'm glad to see he's back to his old self again. I finish up reading the page I was on and head out to breakfast, dreading the fact that my prep team will be here soon to poke and prod me to beauty once again.