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I wake up freezing; I am in the same room I was in last night. But it all seemed different, like it had been rearranged. I sit up and climb out of bed. Gale was sleeping soundly as the sun flooded in our room. I shook him awake, he mumbles a little, but then sat up as well. "What?" he asked looking at my worried face, but I'm sure my face was stuck that way. "Does the room seem different to you?" I asked he looked around. The same look of surprise crossed his face while he nodded at me. "But it also seems the same…" he muttered and I stumbled on the thought that someone was defiantly messing with our heads. "Gale? Do you think we could be still sleeping?" he frowned, "Either that or we've been drugged." He says like it's a joke. This isn't, mostly because it was scary, and simply just not funny.
3 Days later…
"The capitol isn't anything like I remember." I say, still hung over by the drug an assassin used on us. He had meant to kill us, but he didn't use a strong enough dose. We found him trying again, but for lack of a better word we "Took" care of him. But after we threw up a couple of times we felt a little better. Now we just have extreme headaches, have to use the bathroom more frequently, and have to keep ourselves very hydrated. Gale nodded slowly, "It is very different, but what did you expect?" I shrugged, how should I know? We were hiding behind capitol disguises, the theme this year being solid white, with sometimes occasional red and yellow dots thrown in. we looked about ridiculous as ridiculous gets, but what choice did we have? Katniss needed to be found by us now! And we couldn't just barge in as district folk. We had to blend, and by blending, just look as silly as ever with a sad expression literally painted on your face.
"There." Gale pointed, "He's there." He told me, I looked. "Who?" he pulled me towards the direction. "Chad, our contact." And that was our first mistake; we walked straight into a trap. One we weren't likely to come out of…alive that is…