I woke up at the crack of dawn the next day. I was determined to stop whatever was coming. I woke Mags up, too. I decided to leave Leo sleeping. Mags looked at me, frightened, "What's happening?" She thought the attack was happening, and that's why I was waking her up. I shook my head. I hopped onto Bianca and Alex's tree, using Reed and Maggie's as a stepping stone.

Bianca was already awake, and she was in a fit of crying. I guessed it was her dad. I hugged her tightly and she jumped, just realizing I was there. Bianca huddled into her blankets. All was quiet, and I knew she had fallen asleep. I looked up at Alex, who seemed to be covering his ears. I climbed up next to him. "Alex?" I asked. He looked up and groaned, "What?"

"Alex, I saw you... dead. You never told me how your did that."

A huge smiled spread across his face, "I guess I'm just the brains of the group..." I laughed and rolled my eyes. But I looked at him, still waiting for an answer. "Oh, it wasn'y hard really. I just... it's difficult to explain, and I don't remember it quite too clearly." he told me. He narrowed his eyes.

"Where am I?"

I gapped at him. "Who are you? Get away from me!" Alex demanded. Bianca got up too, and her eyes looked dazed. She screamed and began to cry. I sat next to her and squeezed her wrist. She screeched, "What? Who are you? Back off, Barbie Doll!" I looked at her and glared. Suddenly, my eyes lit up with recognition. They were all loosing their memory. Soon we all would, and we'd have to survive without our skills and knowledge... And then something would attack.

"Bianca. Listen very closely." I told her with a certain firmness to my voice. Bianca looked at me attentively. "What all do you remember?" my voice grew softer, kinder, it seemed. "Today is the Reaping." she said simply. I shook my head. "No, B. It's not the Reaping. The Reaping already happened, like, a year ago. You're in the Hunger Games right now. I am your best friend here, I'm Bridget. We're allies, we help each other live. The Gamemakers made you loose your memory, and they will leave you here, not knowing how to fight the monsters. They will leave US here."

Bianca gasped. "You woke me up," she whispered. I looked at her, she noticed I was confused. "Bri, I remember now! You woke me up!" Bianca cheered with joy. I hoped up next to Alex once more. "He's lost it, too." I explained. "Alex" I said sternly. He looked at me, "Oh. It's you again. Look, will you PLEASE explain what has happened here?"

"First, tell me what you remember." I told him. He cocked his head to the side and thought, "Today is the Reaping." I shook my head. So the Gamemakers had set everyone's memory back the day of the Reaping. You're doing well, Bridget. You are finding way around the Gamemakers' plan. Continue like this. But you must wake everyone and hurry. You may be the only one able to do it, and eventually, you'll forget, too. Mother's voice said in my head. But that wasn't possible. She wasn't here.

"Okay, Alex. Look, you're wrong. The Reaping was a while ago... And now you're in the Hunger Games. I am Bridget, we're allies, friends even. The Gamemakers did this to you in order to make you defenseless. But I can wake you, you just have to think." I told him. Alex thought for a moment, and his eyes showed recognition. "Oh my god, that was horrible," Alex muttered.

I jumped to Reed and Maggie's tree and shook Maggie awake. I did same with her as I did with Alex and Bianca. She woke up and thanked me. I sent Bianca to try and wake Isabella, and Alex to try Leo. I took care of Reed. Not two minutes later, Alex and Bianca said they had no luck. I woke Reed, but he remembered. "Then I bet you can wake people, too." I told Reed. He tried Isabella and Cody, and it worked. I woke up Leo and cured him.

I had never really thought of myself to be a healer, and I had never tried. But it seemed to be working now.

Soon, we had everyone awake and with their memory. All went white for a moment. And I didn't understand what was happening. Was I loosing my memory? But I must not have. Because I woke up in the training arena. The Gamemakers glaring in front of me. "You found a way around it." the Head Gamemaker growled. I smirked and nodded. But then I remembered my friends.

"What did you DO to them?" I hissed at them. "I assure you, Miss, you're friends are quite all right." a woman said cheerily. "Then... then I demand to see them." I... demanded.

"Whatever you want. You're special to us, now. You are our winner."

"What? If they all survived... then how did I win? Shouldn't we ALL have won?"

"No. If it wasn't for you, they'd be dead. Completely dead." someone explained. "No," I countered. "There was Reed. He remembered... and he could heal. And doesn't there have to be a male winner, and..."

They all realized that I was right. They shrugged, "Oh well. You and Leo are still the winners." I felt my face turn red in anger. "But that's not FAIR!" I screamed. And when I scream... I SCREAM. They all covered their ears. I smiled, delighted. "Then do want you, and Mr. Bower to win?" one of them questioned. I shook my head, "You know what, never mind. Just... where are my friends?"

We were all in a white room. I hugged Bianca, Vivia, Grace, Maggie, and Mags. I had achieved my promise to myself. Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta had one of their children coming home to them.

Everybody was so happy for Leo and I, but I wasn't. How could I ever accept winning, when I truly didn't completely win? Especially when I win the Hunger Games...?

I can't. That's how. I can't accept it.

Later...

My friends and I all have 100% access to each other, even though we live in different Districts. And I know there are cruel things out there, now. I was never the same after the Hunger Games. Never. I always worry, and I'm always frightened.

I now know what it was like with my mother. I thought I would never truly be close to someone, as it scared me to think of them being hurt. That's how things worked in the Games. But there's even more that I know about my mother.

I know the feeling of every day worrying that someday, my kid (if I even have kids) will end up in the Games. And even worse, I know they would.