Suddenly, a great deal of the confusion he and Johanna experienced when Katniss arrives makes sense. The familiar tone she had used when she had spoken to them, that she had claimed that Johanna had hit her on the head. At the time, he had been more concerned with trying to find safety, and had let those oddities slip away. Now, his mind latches onto them. And Jo -- Johanna had arrived already on her launchpad when Finnick hadn't made it to his. He had thought that it was just that they had brought them in different ways to throw them off. Now -- what if it was because they had been brought from different times?

It's a ridiculous theory. But maybe not one without merit. After all, there are people here from different worlds. They can cross into different lands, including their own. After all that, would it be really be so difficult to bring Finnick from before the Games and Katniss during? He doesn't know. His head hurts. This sort of thing isn't his specialty. He wishes Beetee or Wiress were here.

Finnick closes the distance between himself and Katniss, bracing his arms on the side of the pool next to where she's sitting.

"Katniss," Finnick says slowly, and there's nothing teasing in his voice now. "Johanna and I both came from before the start of the Hunger Games. I never even saw the arena." He pauses, knowing how ridiculous his next words are going to sound. "I think it's possible we came from different times."