I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.

They don't know that I'm already asking for the moon.

It starts at midnight.

"Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." "What?" I ask. "The time it sticks. Maybe we are witnessing the evolution of the human race. Think about that." And then he asks me if I'd like to perform on a new singing program he's launching in a few weeks. Something upbeat would be good. He'll send the crew to my house.

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from someone menacing to someone you wished you knew.

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.