Enobaria smiles at Johanna. 'Don't look so smug,' says Johanna. 'We'll kill you anyway.

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee

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.

My words hang in the air. I look to the screen, hoping to see them recording some wave of reconciliation going through the crowd. Instead I watch myself get shot on television.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.

I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.

Peeta?" I creep along the bank. "Well, don't step on me.