Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.

Just one more thing. I kill Snow.

In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

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.

Let the Hunger Games Begin!