She stared at him with empty eyes. She frowned. His name sounded strange in her mouth.

"Finnick," she said, testing it out.

When he heard her say his name he hugged her even tighter. She recognized the name from somewhere, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Annie," he sobbed.

She realized he was from before the games, before the madness. That was why he was so hazy. Everything from before the games was cloudy in her brain.

"Annie, I thought I had lost you," he cried over and over.

Finnick intrigued her, so she pushed further and further into her thoughts, trying harder to remember.

"Mr. Odair, I think you should leave now. Ms. Cresta is not quite all...there." said one of the peacekeepers surrounding them.

Annie grunted, signaling that she was content with Finnick being there, and the peacekeeper didn't say anything else. Then she returned to pushing through the memories in search of Finnick Odair. All the memories were foggy, and it was difficult to say exactly who he was, but there was something that she recognized about him.

"Your eyes..." she whispered.

Hearing this, Finnick lifted his head, meeting her gaze. Tears were brimming over his eyes, the ones that Annie remembered. They were wide, beautiful, and they were the perfect sea green color. There was something about them...Annie couldn't quite distinguish what it was, but it reminded her of happiness.

Suddenly, memories of walking on the beach, swimming, and happiness flooded her mind.

Sunshine.

Finnick reminded her of sunshine.

Annie decided she could trust this, so she gave in. She let herself mold into Finnick's warm, muscled chest. She wrapped her arms around his torso and whispered, "I'm home, Finnick."