The TARDIS is rocked by another explosion. I grit my teeth and hold onto the floor and Peeta more tightly. We are both desperately attempting to cling to the floor so that we don't roll into one of the several gouts of flame that shoot from the grates in the floor.

The Doctor is at the control panel trying to regain control. As far as I can tell nothing he does is helping, especially with parts of the control panel sparking and exploding fairly regularly. There is a burst of a white smoke and the Doctor and the control panel are obscured. Still, I can hear him urging the TARDIS to work.

One of the wires hanging from the ceiling breaks loose. Sparks shoot out from the broken ends as the longer half swings towards me and Peeta. He rolls over, pulling me with him. The broken wire bounces along the floor shooting hot sparks in every direction. I squeeze my eyes shut as the sparks burn against my skin.

Then the wire is gone, swinging away towards the wall where it gets tangled with the hat rack. Peeta holds me closer, and is now practically laying on me. I would protest him exposing himself to all the danger, but I am too nauseous to say anything as the TARDIS continues to jolt violently and the acidic taste of burning plastic invades my mouth, clinging to my tongue and throat.

In a gap in the smoke enveloping the console, I see the Doctor fall to the ground as the TARDIS jolts. I feel my grip slipping as the TARDIS is rocked by another explosion. There is a third jolt and the gravity flips so now the TARDIS is spinning on its side.

I try to cling to the ground, now the wall, more tightly and Peeta does the same. When the TARDIS jolts again, Peeta loses his grip and I am pulled away with him. Where we were a moment before, gouts of fire burst from the floor and scorch the ceiling. I hear Peeta grunt as he hits the wall, and he grunts again as I land on top of him.

I wince in sympathy, but still can't speak. I try to lift my head, but I feel like I'm glued to the wall. Now above us, the Doctor is still trying to get the TARDIS under control, but there isn't enough left of the control panel. Finally he gives up and just clings to the railing as parts of the glass floor beneath him start to shatter.

There is another jolt and the gravity shifts again and I fall to the floor in a heap, Peeta next to me. A grinding groaning sound fills the interior and finally we stop spinning. Slowly, carefully, I push myself to my feet before helping Peeta up.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

I assess my injuries. I'm going to have bruises all over, but nothing seems to be broken. "I'm fine, you?" I respond.

"Just dizzy," says Peeta even though we both know he's going to be more bruised than me tomorrow. "Doctor?"

The Doctor bounds down the stairs. "Fine, fine," he says looking sadly at the control console. "This will take weeks to fix, even with self-repair."

"That long?" I ask, a sinking feeling in my stomach. Wherever we are, we're trapped and I don't like the feeling.

"It's not a DeLorean," the Doctor answers somewhat irritably. "She's a very complex and complicated machine."

"Okay, so it'll take awhile to fix," says Peeta. "Where are we?"

The Doctor bounds to the doors and opens one before sticking his head outside. "We're on Earth," he says. "Some sort of jungle. South American I think. The sky's a bit off though." He pulls himself back inside. "I love it when the sky looks off," he says. "Come on."

With an internal sigh, I follow him, making sure I my bow and arrows are undamaged. I'm so focused on checking each arrow that I don't take in our surroundings when I step out. I don't truly register the humidity or the uniform trees.

"Katniss," says Peeta. There's something about his tone that indicates that something very bad has just happened. I look up, expecting to see the Doctor bleeding to death or severely injured. Instead I see something just as bad, if not worse in some ways.

I know where we are the second I see the trees. Above us is the familiar, yet unnatural pink sky. And just behind the trees is something I never wanted to see again. It looks like a small lake surrounded by a beach, but from past experience I know it's salty. At the center is a small island, and on that island, something I never thought I would see again.

A sound between a sob and a scream escapes my throat. Tears blur my eyes and I sink to my knees, fighting back tears. Peeta wraps his arms around me, telling me that everything will be okay, even though we both know it won't be.

The Doctor joins us, clearly confused by our reaction. "What's wrong?" he asks, a puzzled look on his face.

I don't speak for fear of screaming in terror and frustration and bringing everyone to our location. Instead, I raise my left hand and point at the massive golden Cornucopia that glints in the sunlight. My worst nightmare has come to life. It isn't fair that I've survived twice, only to be brought back here again.

After all these years, Peeta and I still can't escape. And now the Doctor has been dragged into it too. The place of death and nightmares, the place that Peeta's arms shield me from. But there is no shield from this. There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The nightmare is real and nothing can protect us now.

We're back in the Games.