There’s a thump on the door. My hands, sore from the rope which is still in my hand. It seems to automatically grip it tightly as i go to the door like something to hold on to.I open the door and see everyone’s celebrating,Their back someone says. But who? Just Peeta? Wheres Annie? I guess they couldn’t rescue her or she’d be here. As I close the door someone holds me from behind.It could only be her.I turn around and see her,Sweet Annie,finally after all this time right there, in front of me, I hold her, tight, too afraid to let her go. The rope drops from my hand, I don’t need it anymore and as it hits the floor it untangles, the ropes free now, I’m free from all of it. No matter what happens now I have Annie with me.