As Cole said, Annie's here. She's here, she's been here for a while (how long? she doesn't know) and she's not moved. Not since she found out what, exactly, the decontamination involves. Stripping. Having her clothes taken away. No. No. She knows where that leads. She knows exactly where it leads, in white rooms with cruel guards and cold interrogators and.... and...

She's been sitting in a corner ever since, arms crossed and fingers gripped tight around her trouser belt. How present she's been is... debatable.

But there's one voice she knows, and one voice who can always call her back if she's able to be brought back by anyone.

(And Cole had said-)

"Finnick?"

And there he is, running towards her. She gets up, or tries to. Her legs are stiff, suddenly painful as the blood tries to get through previously unmoving areas. She stumbles, and staggers, but all her movement is forwards.