Jason's P.O.V:

Standing in front of me was a girl, who looked to be around 17 or 18. She was tall and slim, and had long dark brown hair which was tied back in a plait. She was dressed in a light brown leather jacket, a dark brown sweater and trousers and light brown boots. She had a sheath of arrows on her back, one of which was in the bow that she pointed at me. I could tell that she was not a threat.

"Hello," I said, lowering my gun.

"Hello," she said back, still pointing the arrow. I disarmed my gun, put it away and put my hands up.

"It's ok," I said. "You can trust me," She hesitated, deciding whether or not to put the bow down.

"My name's Jason," I said. "Jason Bourne,"

"Katniss Everdeen," she replied. Katniss. An unusual name, not one that I had come across before. We looked at each other and she lowered her bow, seeing that I was not dangerous.

"Where am I?" she asked.

"You're in New York City," I replied.

"Where is that?" she asked. "Are we still in Panem?"

"Panem?"

"America?" I nodded.

"Yes, you're in America," She walked to the entrance of the alleyway and looked out.

"Wow," she said. "It's so…different. And clean. Everyone looks happy,"

"They are," I said, nodding. I shrugged. "Well, most people," She turned and looked at me.

"Are you being chased as well?" she asked. I nodded. "Who by?"

"The CIA," Katniss looked at me, confused. "The Central Intelligence Agency. They're sort of like…a private police force for the government in a way,"

"Like the Peacekeepers," she said, nodding. I looked at her.

"You're not from around here, are you?" I asked. It was the most obvious question but she nodded anyway.

"You could say that," she agreed. Then she sat down on the ground against the wall and put her head in her hands. I felt a sense of protectiveness that hadn't been in me since Marie had been alive.

"Hey," I said, walking over and crouching down in front of her. "It's ok, don't worry. Whoever's chasing you can't get you," She shook her head and continued to look at the ground.

"They always find me," she said. I hesitated, then put my hands on her arms.

"Katniss," I said. She looked up at me. "They're not going to get you, ok? I won't let them. I promise," Katniss looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and pulled her into a hug.

Katniss' P.O.V:

I looked at the man in front of me. He looked to be slightly younger than Haymitch, but unlike Haymitch he had taken care of his appearance.

"Hello," he said, lowering his gun.

"Hello," I said back, still pointing the arrow. He disarmed his gun, put it away and put his hands up.

"It's ok," he said. "You can trust me," I hesitated, deciding whether or not to put the bow down.

"My name's Jason," he said. "Jason Bourne,"

"Katniss Everdeen," I replied. Katniss. We looked at each other and I lowered my bow, seeing that he was not dangerous.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You're in New York City," he replied.

"Where is that?" I asked. "Are we still in Panem?"

"Panem?" I thought for a moment, recalling the original name of Panem.

"America?" He nodded.

"Yes, you're in America," I walked to the entrance of the alleyway and looked out.

"Wow," I said. "It's so…different. And clean. Everyone looks happy,"

"They are," he said, nodding. Then he shrugged. "Well, most people," She turned and looked at me.

"Are you being chased as well?" I asked him. He nodded. "Who by?"

"The CIA," I looked at him, confused. "The Central Intelligence Agency. They're sort of like…a private police force for the government in a way,"

"Like the Peacekeepers," I said, nodding. He looked at me.

"You're not from around here, are you?" he asked. It was the most obvious question but I nodded anyway.

"You could say that," I agreed. Then I sat down on the ground against the wall and put my head in my hands. I hoped that the others were ok. Peeta, Gale, Haymitch, Greasy Sae.

"Hey," he said, walking over and crouching down in front of me. "It's ok, don't worry. Whoever's chasing you can't get you," I shook my head and continued to look at the ground.

"They always find me," I replied. He hesitated, then put his hands on my arms.

"Katniss," He said. I looked up into his eyes. "They're not going to get you, ok? I won't let them. I promise," I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back and pulled me into a hug.