District Two had been difficult to get into. Even though Finn knew all of the ins and outs of the District, he hadn't been able to predict the schedule changes that Commander Lyme had put in place. Even though she was on their side, she couldn't have allowed the patrol schedules to remain the same after Finn got a group out of Two. The squad had managed to get into Two with no big encounters, they made it to the first safe house that Lyme had arranged...it was a tight fit-- but the squad was able to make it work until things died down and they could get on with the reason they were there.

Not far from Two, but far enough that it would be a pretty long hike-- there was a safety base set up. It was where they had been dropped off, and it was where they would be able to bring groups so they could get evacuated. Coin wanted to get as many families out of Two before they tried to take the Nut. Finn didn't really see the point, it was more dangerous splitting up the squad to evacuate groups than it would be to make sure it was safe so Thirteen could make their move.

"Quinn," Finn called to her from the house that sat on top  of the bunker. "Come here."

    Quinn let out a long sigh as she climbed down from her bunk and then grabbed the armor that she had dropped at the foot of the bunk. She pulled it on as she made her way towards the ladder. She began to pull herself up the latter, but as soon as she got about half way up-- a piece of her gear got caught and it sent her falling down back to the ground landing heavily on her back. Her head collided with the hard ground, and instantly made her head throb. She put her hands up to her head as if it would make the throbbing stop.

"Quinn!" Quinn quickly moved her hands at the sound of Orion's voice. Was that why Finn needed her? Star Squad had arrived to do a propo? No, they couldn't have. They were supposed to be there for another two weeks...

     She quickly opened her eyes as someone grabbed her by the arm and helped pull her up to her own feet. Her body felt incredibly light compared to what it should have been with the gear she had on...she glanced down at herself and saw that she wasn't in any of her gear. In fact, she was in an old pair of jeans, an old shirt, and a old heavy jacket...

"Come on! It was your idea to go this way to get Kal and Hannah!" 

She quickly turned enough to look up at Orion, "What are you talking about?" Hannah was in the kitchens of Thirteen and Kal...Kal was dead. He had been dead for more than a year. She looked up at Orion just long enough to see that he didn't have his shaggy dark hair like he had now. His hair was still short and only just starting to get to the point of needing a trim. 

Orion stared at her as if she was crazy, "Quinn, it was your idea to help them-- the peacekeepers know we're here!"

    Orion gave her a light shove towards the ladder, and she quickly started to climb up it. But after a few steps, Orion's voice disappeared and as the ladder disappeared from beneath her and cool water slammed against her back-- pressing her against the wall and then whipping her around like the water was forming a tornado. The shock caused her to try and take a deep breath only to have salt water invade her lungs. And a cloud of red water began to surround her. And that was when she felt it-- her entire body was numb, at peace almost.

    She couldn't forget that feeling, and as the surface of the water came closer and closer-- she remembered that moment almost too vividly. The way that everything around her became silent, peaceful...the way she had hoped death would take her. So she didn't fight her body going to the surface, and she let the darkness surround her...

    But it wasn't long before her eyes snapped open again. This time, it was the small house in District Twelve where Mrs. Hawthorne was helping Orion. Her eyelids were still heavy while they adjusted to the dim light and eventually found the door that was cracked open. She could see Orion sitting outside...

    Quinn took a deep breath, she felt fine. Completely fine, so she got up and made her way outside and lowered herself down next to him. She missed that, in a way...even if the entire friendship and ordeal of getting to Thirteen was a set up. She missed having that friendship with Orion.

"You needed some fresh air too?" he asked, he kept his voice quiet. Probably so he wouldn't draw any attention to the house, or wake up any of the Hawthornes.

"I guess I did..." Quinn replied, "But...why are you out here?" she asked.

"Plotting my chance to get out of Twelve," he said, but his voice was practically a mumble. And silence fell between them. His chance to get out of Twelve? To District Thirteen, or back to the Capitol? 

"What?" Quinn asked simply.

Orion looked down at her with an eyebrow raised, "We can't stay in Twelve," he replied.

"You said 'my chance' though..."

"No, I said our chance." he corrected, and looked Quinn over skeptically, "Don't you trust me?"

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked, looking past his face. Avoiding looking him in the eye.

He sighed heavily, "You can't do this entire Rebel thing on your own, Quinn." he said as he began to stand up, "You need to trust someone," he paused, "I'm not my grandfather. You don't need to be scared of me. I've I wanted to turn you in or kill you, I would have already. And trust me, that's the last thing I want to do." he said as he pushed himself all the way up before turning around and going back in the small house.

    Quinn let out a long sigh, and pulled her knee's up to her chest and closed her eyes tightly as she pressed her forehead against her knees. She sat there for a long moment before she sat up, and opened her eyes-- only to change the scenery again. This time, she was in the torture chamber in the Capitol. She was already hooked up to the tracker jacker venom, and the screen was already next to the chair. Flashing an image or clip of Orion in front of her along with audio clips from his interviews about her with every quick dosage of venom. With each different clip, half of a vile of venom was pumped into her...

    She quickly reached for the needle in her arm and yanked it out. The sharp pain that shot through her arm was enough the scene to change again-- this time to her compartment in Thirteen. She laid there for a long moment, waiting for something to happen-- but nothing did. The projection was still only showing the number thirteen and the time...

Four AM, she thought. Still to early to be up. But she didn't want to go back to sleep, not after that. She felt like there was a brick on her chest. Like she couldn't breath.

Like all of her memories were self destructing and melding together. But in a way, it was what she needed to make sense of things.