Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

When I break into the clearing, she's on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.

Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage… I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna had turned me into a mockingjay.

Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.