But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?

Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.

Peeta looks at the glass again and puts it together. "You mean this will make me puke?" My prep team laughs hysterically. "Of course, so you can keep eating," says Octavia. "I've been in there twice already. Everyone does it, or else how would you have any fun at a feast?

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.