On the very day of Kesey Schwarz's abduction: "District 12."
The light suffused my fogged vision. I squinted and blinked, trying to focus it on a dark spot in that room. What had happened? I moaned in pain, feeling the muscles in my body contract with every movement I made. Instinctively, the first thing I did was to touch my belly. All that accumulated fatigue as if I had climbed the highest peak of a mountain, vanished; my fingers rested on the hard belly, touching and caressing it gently. He was fine, I was sure. I was convinced that he sensed my fatigue, and I hoped in my heart that nothing had happened to him.