Final tests. Five days. I can go home. Home, where Katniss is. My questions will soon be answered…

Or maybe not. From what I hear Katniss is still in a state. With Prim gone, there's no telling what she's been enduring. I sigh, and start working on my orange juice.

She'd answer my questions, wouldn't she? I don't know about love, but she cares about me. I know she would. Some people tell me not to get my hopes up. Others tell me she's waiting for me back in District Twelve. I prefer the latter. Even if I haven't sorted out all the feelings I have for her. I have to reintroduce myself to her. If I could just get back—

"Peeta?" Dr. A interrupts my train of thought. "Ready to go to the facility?" it's really his lab, but he knows that word can trigger bad memories. I was tortured in a laboratory. I shudder at the thought.

"Let me get dressed first," I say, looking down at myself. T-shirt and shorts. "Then I'll meet you down there."

I'm also glad that I don't have guards escorting me everywhere…

After I dress, I head down to the "facility". As soon as I get through the door, Dr. A has me sit down in my regular therapy chair.

"Okay, Peeta. This test will be the same as the first you took. We're going to see if you know what's real and not real," Dr. A says.

I should be good at this. We played this game countless times on the mission in the Capitol. With Boggs, Jackson, Homes, Johanna, Finnick…Finnick. He's dead. The man who saved my life so many times. It makes me burn with hatred for the Capitol. The Capitol that doesn't exist anymore.

Dr. A's voice brings me out of my thoughts a second time. I already have a lie detector hooked up to me, just to make sure I'm giving sincere answers.

"Your name is Peeta Grant Mellark."

(A/N Yeah I did it! Gave him a middle name! :P)

"Real."

"Your home is District Twelve."

"Real."

"District Twelve was bombed at the end of your Quarter Quell."

"Real."

"You are in love with Katniss Leigh Everdeen."

(A/N I did it again!)

I guess I am. "Real."

"Katniss tried to kill you on several occasions."

"Not real."

"Katniss Everdeen is a mutt."

"Not real."

We go on like this for a few hours, him asking me questions varying between facts about myself and how to get to the Victors Village from the square.

Finally, after he questions me about how I feel towards Katniss, whether or not I'd try to hurt her, if I think she still cares for me, and other obscure things, we break for lunch.

Afterwards, he tells me that's all the tests are done for today.

"That's all? How many hours was that?" I ask.

"Four exactly," he replies. "Why?"

"Couldn't I do another four hours today? Cut my time in half?" I ask, in an almost pleading tone.

Dr. A hesitates. "Maybe. This next test is mostly simulation, just to see how you handle it."

Simulation? What does that mean?

I soon find out what "simulation" means. I'm put into a chair that lies back, and Dr. A carefully places some goggles over my eyes. It's dark now.

Suddenly it's light. I'm standing in the middle of the Victors Village. Ah, what a sight for sore eyes. I look around. I see Haymtich's house, my house, then…Katniss's house.

I stand there for awhile, just observing the place. I haven't been here in so long. Too long. I hear screams. Woman's screams. Katniss' screams.

I run into the house without a second thought. I try to tell myself it's not real, but it doesn't matter. I know this is a test. I will come to her rescue.

I run into the house, up the stairs and then barge into the bedroom. Her bedroom.

There she is. She's thrashing around in bed, screaming. I carefully sit down on the side of the bed and say, "Katniss? Katniss. It's okay. Just a dream. Not real!"

She opens her eyes. "It is," she says quietly. "It is Peeta. It's so real…too real…"

With that, I pull her into my arms. She comes to me with no resistance, and I'm glad. Maybe she trusts me again.

Pull yourself together Mellark. Simulation, remember?

After a while of comforting, she draws away to look up at me. This simulation is incredibly detailed. They even got her silver eyes right. I stare into them. They stare back intensely. I feel like I did during our first Games, in the cave.

"Peeta?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you," she whispers. Then she kisses me on the cheek.

I feel as if I'm the old Peeta again. Then I realize, this will be over soon. I sigh.

I feel everything dissolve, and the world goes black.

"Very good, Peeta," Dr. A says thoughtfully. "The way you reacted to the situation was quite satisfying."

What situation? From what he's told me, I used to do that every night. I can barely remember, though.

"I don't know what to say," I reply. "It all felt so real."

He nods, taking copious notes.

"So, when can I go home?" I ask.

He sighs. "I still feel that we need to keep you a few more days."

"You can't," I say, almost pleading. "You said I reacted well, and really, the only problems I have are the memories I can't place. Katniss can fix me, Dr. Aurelius."

He sighs. "All right. The next hovercraft is leaving tomorrow, early."

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