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Katniss POV

I turned around, as I heard a snap of a branch. I hoped it was my imagination, but then I saw a person. She was kneeling down, with a hand on her head, her eyes wide, but unfocused.

She stayed in the pose for a few seconds, than stood up. I grabbed a knife, but could barely hold onto it. My hand shook, and I was dizzy. If she attacked, I would die.

We stand there, motionless. She doesn't seem to want to kill me, and I relax a bit. Rose opens her mouth.

"Katni" (A/N: Kind of like Cat knee) She says. My eyes widen. That name was something a person of the past called me. A long time ago, about three years ago.

I open my mouth to respond, but then a bird whistles. A single note. Its time to move. I have so much to process. I look back at the place where the person that is supposed to be dead stood, but all I saw was a shadow. I run away as well.

As much as I need to know things, I have a more important need right now. I need water. I was desperate for it. Other people could wait.

Rose POV

I ran through the forest. I didn't know why I was running. I ran all the way back to my little cave. I crashed through the forest, scaring all types of animals. Birds flew, and squirrels scrambled away. Anyone would know where I was. I didn't care.

I ran, harder and harder, trying to block the flow of memories. What were they about?

I saw coal miners, a place that my memory defined as the Hob. Two people that stood out, while their blonde hair and blue eyes.

I saw a family. A mom, with a set of twins. A girl and a boy, about 3 years old. Their dad was dead, yet they were sti;ll relatively healthy.

I knew these people. Who? Who were they?

My memory answered me. It was like a little voice in my head.

Your family

Then who was the man at the capitol?

A fake. Remember. Remember the truth.

I'm at my cave now. I sit down, ungracefully, onto the ground. The memories have suddenly stopped again. The voice too, but it still echos in my head. Remember the truth….the truth. What was it? What was I missing? What was I forgetting?

I think of what I saw. Hunting in a forest, a family, then, Katniss. Why was she in my memories?

I wanted to know. It as like I discovered a hole in myself. I needed to patch it up. I was going to have to have Katniss tell me. In order to do that, I could force her, or gain her trust. Or maybe she also had questions? If she was a part of my memories, wouldn't I be part of hers? Would she tell me what she knew, or would she not?

I thought back to the times where I saw her. Yes…There was something she knew. An expression of puzzlement, shock and surprise when I called her Katni.

But would it be bad to team up with her? I knew she wasn't stupid. She was clever. She could survive. She wouldn't drag me down.

I made my decision. I would ask to be her partner. Tomorrow, I would go find her, and ask her. Tomorrow, I would try to become complete.

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