Well, I Can't Leave Mags Behind," Says

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.

Katniss, Got That Spile?" Finnick Asks, Snapping Me Back To Reality.

I Think About Going To The Lake, But I'm So Weak That I Barely Make It To My Meeting Place With Gale. I Sit On The Rock Where Cressida Filmed Us, But It's Too Wide Without His Body Beside Me. Several Times I Close My Eyes And Count To Ten, Thinking That When I Open Them, He Will Have Materialized Without A Sound As He So Often Did. I Have To Remind Myself That Gale's In 2 With A Fancy Job, Probably Kissing Another Pair Of Lips.

I'm Not Allowed To Bet, But If I Could, My Money Would Be On You.

It Takes Ten Times As Long To Put Yourself Back Together As It Does To Fall Apart.