Show of hands who hated when Cinna died in the real MockingJay. *raise hand* Yep I thought that everyone was mad.

"Cinna!" I exclamed putting my arms around him. He's no Peeta, but he is still some comfort. "How? I thought you were dead."

"No, just captured," he said nodding his head, "How did my little flame get here?"

"Long story short rescue mission for Peeta and the victors. I was supposed to say on the hovercraft," I wispred.

"Why was the girl who survied two Hunger Games stay on a hovercraft for a mission like this?" he asked with his normal smile.

"Because," my face turned a bit grim, "why would a girl who is pregnant be on a mission?"

Cinna's emotion stayed the same as if he wasn't shocked. But that's just like Cinna. I knew deep down he gaspped at the word pregnant.

"Well what your plan to get out of this?" he asked.

"When is the next time you go out to work as... what? A janitor?" I asked.

"In the morning at six a.m. and we prefer sanitation engineer," he said as if he was proud to be picking up all the poodle poop left on the sidewalks.

"You prefer to get out of the Capitol," I said, "Anyways..."

After telling Cinna my plan he gave a smile, the kind he gives when a brilliant idea is thought of. Then he nodded and when to his cell.

That night I couldn't sleep. Cinna was alive and Peeta maybe too. I can only hope.

"Wake up, girl," said someone shaking me awake, "We have work to do."

I slowly got up not use to getting up this early. Plus the wooden bed was very uncomfortable and back pain just increased by a million. I was wondering why no one recognized me (with the exception of Cinna, who would recognize me any were, anytime). The I pasted a broken peace of mirror. I didn't look like Katniss Everdeen the girl on fire. But more like Katniss Everdeen District 12 citasen. My hair was a mess and my face was free of make-up. I looked nothing like the fuiger you could see on the T.V. Instead I looked like me.

Out side of the cells I met up with Cinna. He had a janitor's cart with cleaning supplies on it.

"We need to clean up on Tribute Street. OK?" he said.

I nodded my head. That was the signal for lets break out.

We went out side and started to clean. Slowly we made our way to a street that had few people on it. Cinna looked at me and nodded. And we ran.

I know it was my worst idea yet but that's all I had. Cinna dashed in front of me so fast, while I struggled to keep up.

I could bearly breath when Cinna stopped. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"I can't run much more," I gasped. I don't think I ever had this much truble running before.

"Get in the can," he said pointing to the trash can that was on the cart (for some reason he was still pushing it). Exsauhsted, I did as told.

The ride was so bumpy. The longer Cinna ran, the more bits of gravle we hit. At this point I feel so dizzy, I'm about to through-up (and not because of morning sickness).

Then like that we stop.

"She's in there?" asked a voice that had to be Haymitch.

"Yes," Cinna answered.

"Take her in," Haymitch comanded.

Then the cart moved forward, but insted of rocks and gravle I felt smooth meatle. From my hiding place I could hear Kendra yelling out medical orders... I hope Peeta's ok.

The the cart hit a bump then stopped. Cinna lifted the can's lid and then lifted me onto a chair. But I was not in the sitting room like I expected. I was in the escape pod.

"Why am I in here?" I asked.

Cinna didn't answer he just left the room. When I tried to follow the door slammed shut. There for what seemed like life times I sat crying by the door. Waiting for my Peeta.

Finnaly the door opened but insead of Peeta, it was Kendra.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" she asked in a kind voice.

"What's wrong?" I asked knowing she only called me sweetie when there's bad news.

She didn't answer.

"It's Peeta. Isn't it? I asked.

"Yes," she said quietly.

"I knew he would die... I just knew it!" I screamed.

"Katniss, he escaped a week ago," Kendra said.

"What?" I asked between sobs.

"Peeta escaped one week ago. No one knows were he is, but at least he has a fighting chance."

"We have to find him," I said.

"We'll do want we can," Kendra promised. "We did, however, rescue Annie and Johanna. Plus Cinna, thanks to you."

"How are they?" I asked consirned.

"Finnick hasn't left Annie's side, but she is uncontius. Gale is helping Johanna right now. She has some bruses and scraps but other then a hint of fever she's fine. Well we don't know what emotional pain she's in but for the most part she's fine. Cinna is the best out of the bunch. Also we had an ingury."

"Who?" I asked.

"Allen, a gun shoot at his arm," she said. "It was only inches from his heart."

"Is he ok?"

"The bleeding has gone down, but Noel still won't leave his side."

"Haymitch?" I asked wondering how that father feels when his kid is in pain.

"Currantly asleep by Allen," she said with a hint of a snicker.

"So what now?" I asked.

"I guess go back to District 13."

Closed my eyes and thought of all that was back there. Mom, Prim, ... Coin.

"No," I said.

"What?" asked Kendra.

"I want to go home."