Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.

My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They're the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.

Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.

Jackson has devised a game called "Real or Not Real" to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell him if it's true or imagined, usually followed by a brief explanation.