No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But what then ... what? What would my life be like on a daily basis? Most of it has been consumed with the acquisition of food. Take that away and I'm not really sure who I am, what my identity is. The idea scares me some.

Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air. It's exhilarating and I'm tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.

Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at.

By the way, I know about the kiss." Then the door clicks shut behind him.