I open my eyes and am blinded by bright pink so I close them again.

"Where are we?" I ask with my eyes still closed.

Silence is the only answer I get so I open my eyes slowly and look around.

Finnick is eating a banana on a blue couch opposite the lighter blue one I'm lying on.

"Where are we?" I repeat while trying to get up.

"Oh you're up now?" Finnick says, his eyes squinting as if he doesn't really believe me.

I push myself up on one arm but realize too late that it's my injured arm so I fall right back on the cushions.

"Of course I'm up, what is wrong with you?" I grunt. "Now do I have to ask you for the third time where we are or are you going to answer?"

"Sorry, you've been talking a lot in your sleep so I wasn't really sure if you were still sleeping or fully awake," Finnick says, taking the final piece of the banana in his mouth and throwing the rest of it in the multi-colored trashcan.

"We're in someone's apartment," Peeta's voice explains.

"Whose apartment?" I ask.

Peeta shrugs while drinking a glass of water. "We don't know. It looks like that person hasn't been living here for a while. There's dust everywhere."

At the sight of bananas and water my stomach starts to grumble. Loudly. I suddenly feel like I could eat two whole Capitol-sized tables with food. I don't have to ask though, Finnick throws me an apple as a response to my stomach.

"Thanks," I mutter.

"You want us to make you something that resembles a whole meal rather than one piece of fruit? You haven't eaten in a while," Finnick says.

"What?"

"You've been sleeping for," Peeta says, checking his watch, "almost seven hours now."

"What?!" I screech. "Seven hours? Seven? Why didn't you wake me?"

"We couldn't," Finnick simply states.

"What do you mean you couldn't? It's quite easy, you know. You shake me, you say my name, shout my name, pour a bucket of water in my face."

"We tried everything. You just slept and every once in a while you started talking in your sleep," Peeta says.

I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. I haven't talked in my sleep since I was a little kid and even then it was rare. Only when I was sick.

"What did I say?"

Finnick lets out a dry laugh. "Complete nonsense! Seriously, one second you were talking about stars and rainbows and the next about your parents and then suddenly you were talking to one of your clients."

He says the final part of his sentence in a cold voice, without looking at me.

"Peeta?" I turn around, hoping he can give me some more information about my sleepy musings.

"It's true," he says. "But maybe you and Finnick need to talk in private."

He puts his glass in the sink and leaves the room, leaving a very confused me and clearly very angry Finnick alone.

"What is he talking about? Why are you so mad?" I ask him.

"Okay fine," he begins, "when you were talking to that client, in your sleep I mean, you were talking about me."

I shake my head. "Why would I be talking about you?"

"Just let me finish!"

"Alright, fine!"

"It seemed as if you knew that person, in real life, not just in your dreams. And you were talking to him about me, how I meant nothing to you and you thought I was just an arrogant and narcissistic spoiled brat. Those were your exact words."

I can tell by the look on his face that he takes it pretty hard. And to be honest, I would too if it were him talking about me like that. But it also rings a bell. It was a year before the rebellion.

"I do know him in real life," I start explaining. "Or I did. Anyway, Haymitch had warned me about him, just said that I had to be careful. Apparently he was working for Snow, gathering information, but I only knew that later. I remember he was asking a ton of questions about me, you, Haymitch and some other Victors, most of them rebels but not all of them. So yes, I told him those things about you. I lied to him. He was fishing for information I didn't want to give him."

"That's the truth?" Finnick asks me after he's been silent for a few seconds.

"Of course!" I exclaim. "Why would I lie to you about that?"

Now he visibly looks uncomfortable. "I just… I don't know!"

I start laughing. "You thought that, since I won my Games by lying and manipulating and deceiving that I was doing the same to you? That's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said or thought, and I have known you for a long time now!"

Still laughing, I get up and walk to the other couch to give him a playful hug but when I'm halfway there, I suddenly fall down.

"What's happened?" Peeta, who just came back in, asks us.

"I don't know," I reply. "It's like my legs didn't work anymore."

"And now?" Finnick asks me.

I wiggle my toes and bend my knees. "Everything is working just fine now."

"Must've been exhaustion, or the lack of proper food," Peeta concludes.

I nod in agreement but I don't say anything about the sting of pain I felt in my arm when I fell down, even though I didn't fall on my arm or hit anything with it.

"We need to have a plan, for what to do next," I change the subject while lying back on the couch.

"I was thinking of getting some rest first, fill our stomachs and then continue the mission," Finnick says, still eyeing me and my legs suspiciously.

"Continue the mission on our own or try to find our squad and continue the mission with them?" Peeta asks, handing me and Finnick a bowl of cereal.

"I don't know if it's possible to find them," I say. "They're probably not underground anymore, so they're either hiding somewhere like us or already going further into the Capitol."

"I think they're already on the move. It's been almost eight hours since the tunnels so there's a big chance they've already reached Snow's mansion, don't you think?" Finnick says.

The fact that I'm the one that held up our little lost group makes me feel a little guilty.

"So we probably won't find them anymore," Peeta nods. "Then what do you think of this: we eat something and take a few cans with us, but we go in fifteen minutes."

"How?" I ask. "We don't know where we are and everyone is looking for us. They'll recognize us."

"First, we do know where we are. Finnick knows," Peeta says while Finnick nods. "And second, it has started to snow outside so we can just pull on some coats and disguise ourselves that way. There's no other option."

It's not a solid plan but it's the only plan we have so we all finish our cereal and check the bedrooms for possible disguises. Apparently the person who was living here was pretty skinny so I have to take a big coat so my arm and bandage can fit in.

"Ready?" I ask when we're standing at the door. Two nods. "Go."