Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?

Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.

Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside of me.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared

Beetee is still messing round the tree, doing I don't know what. At one point he snaps off a sliver of bark, joins us, and throws it against the force field. It bounces back and lands on the ground, glowing. In a few moments it returns to its original color. "Well, that explains a lot," says Beetee. I look at Peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Beetee.

Once I'm on my feet I realize escape might not be so easy.