Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.

No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

Listen up. You're in trouble. Word is the Capitol's furious about you showing them up in the arena. The one thing they can't stand is being laughed at and they're the joke of Panem

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta's attempt to continue speaking. The camera knocked down to record the white tiled floor. The scuffle of boots. The impact of the blow that's inseparable from Peeta's cry of pain. And his blood as it splatters the tiles.

When I ask Plutarch about his absence, he just shakes his head and says, "He couldnt face it." "Haymitch? Not able to face something? Wanted a day off, more likely," I say. "I think his actual words were 'I couldn't face it without a bottle,'" says Plutarch.