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Where
is
my
little
ally
?
Did
she
make
it
back
to
the
rendezvous
point
?
Is
she
worried
about
me
?
At
least
,
the
sky
has
shown
we
're
both
alive
.
I
run
through
the
surviving
tributes
on
my
fingers
.
The
boy
from
1
,
both
from
2
,
Foxface
,
both
from
11
and
12
.
Just
eight
of
us
.
The
betting
must
be
getting
really
hot
in
the
Capitol
.
They
'll
be
doing
special
features
on
each
of
us
now
.
Probably
interviewing
our
friends
and
families
.
It
's
been
a
long
time
since
a
tribute
from
District
12
made
it
into
the
top
eight
.
And
now
there
are
two
of
us
.
Although
from
what
Cato
said
,
Peeta
's
on
his
way
out
.
Not
that
Cato
is
the
final
word
on
anything
.
Did
n't
he
just
lose
his
entire
stash
of
supplies
?
Let
the
Seventy-fourth
Hunger
Games
begin
,
Cato
,
I
think
.
Let
them
begin
for
real
.
A
cold
breeze
has
sprung
up
.
I
reach
for
my
sleeping
bag
before
I
remember
I
left
it
with
Rue
.
I
was
supposed
to
pick
up
another
one
,
but
what
with
the
mines
and
all
,
I
forgot
.
I
begin
to
shiver
.
Since
roosting
overnight
in
a
tree
is
n't
sensible
anyway
,
I
scoop
out
a
hollow
under
the
bushes
and
cover
myself
with
leaves
and
pine
needles
.
I
'm
still
freezing
.
I
lay
my
sheet
of
plastic
over
my
upper
body
and
position
my
backpack
to
block
the
wind
.
It
's
a
little
better
.
I
begin
to
have
more
sympathy
for
the
girl
from
District
8
that
lit
the
fire
that
first
night
.
But
now
it
's
me
who
needs
to
grit
my
teeth
and
tough
it
out
until
morning
.
More
leaves
,
more
pine
needles
.
I
pull
my
arms
inside
my
jacket
and
tuck
my
knees
up
to
my
chest
.
Somehow
,
I
drift
off
to
sleep
.
When
I
open
my
eyes
,
the
world
looks
slightly
fractured
,
and
it
takes
a
minute
to
realize
that
the
sun
must
be
well
up
and
the
glasses
fragmenting
my
vision
.
As
I
sit
up
and
remove
them
,
I
hear
a
laugh
somewhere
near
the
lake
and
freeze
.
The
laugh
's
distorted
,
but
the
fact
that
it
registered
at
all
means
I
must
be
regaining
my
hearing
.
Yes
,
my
right
ear
can
hear
again
,
although
it
's
still
ringing
.
As
for
my
left
ear
,
well
,
at
least
the
bleeding
has
stopped
.
I
peer
through
the
bushes
,
afraid
the
Careers
have
returned
,
trapping
me
here
for
an
indefinite
time
.
No
,
it
's
Foxface
,
standing
in
the
rubble
of
the
pyramid
and
laughing
.
She
's
smarter
than
the
Careers
,
actually
finding
a
few
useful
items
in
the
ashes
.
A
metal
pot
.
A
knife
blade
.
I
'm
perplexed
by
her
amusement
until
I
realize
that
with
the
Careers
'
stores
eliminated
,
she
might
actually
stand
a
chance
.
Just
like
the
rest
of
us
.
It
crosses
my
mind
to
reveal
myself
and
enlist
her
as
a
second
ally
against
that
pack
.
But
I
rule
it
out
.
There
's
something
about
that
sly
grin
that
makes
me
sure
that
befriending
Foxface
would
ultimately
get
me
a
knife
in
the
back
.
With
that
in
mind
,
this
might
be
an
excellent
time
to
shoot
her
.
But
she
's
heard
something
,
not
me
,
because
her
head
turns
away
,
toward
the
drop-off
,
and
she
sprints
for
the
woods
.
I
wait
.
No
one
,
nothing
shows
up
.
Still
,
if
Foxface
thought
it
was
dangerous
,
maybe
it
's
time
for
me
to
get
out
of
here
,
too
.
Besides
,
I
'm
eager
to
tell
Rue
about
the
pyramid
.
Since
I
've
no
idea
where
the
Careers
are
,
the
route
back
by
the
stream
seems
as
good
as
any
.
I
hurry
,
loaded
bow
in
one
hand
,
a
hunk
of
cold
groosling
in
the
other
,
because
I
'm
famished
now
,
and
not
just
for
leaves
and
berries
but
for
the
fat
and
protein
in
the
meat
.
The
trip
to
the
stream
is
uneventful
.
Once
there
,
I
refill
my
water
and
wash
,
taking
particular
care
with
my
injured
ear
.
Then
I
travel
uphill
using
the
stream
as
a
guide
.
At
one
point
,
I
find
boot
prints
in
the
mud
along
the
bank
.
The
Careers
have
been
here
,
but
not
for
a
while
.
The
prints
are
deep
because
they
were
made
in
soft
mud
,
but
now
they
're
nearly
dry
in
the
hot
sun
.
I
have
n't
been
careful
enough
about
my
own
tracks
,
counting
on
a
light
tread
and
the
pine
needles
to
conceal
my
prints
.
Now
I
strip
off
my
boots
and
socks
and
go
barefoot
up
the
bed
of
the
stream
.
The
cool
water
has
an
invigorating
effect
on
my
body
,
my
spirits
.
I
shoot
two
fish
,
easy
pickings
in
this
slow-moving
stream
,
and
go
ahead
and
eat
one
raw
even
though
I
've
just
had
the
groosling
.
The
second
I
'll
save
for
Rue
.
Gradually
,
subtly
,
the
ringing
in
my
right
ear
diminishes
until
it
's
gone
entirely
.
I
find
myself
pawing
at
my
left
ear
periodically
,
trying
to
clean
away
whatever
deadens
its
ability
to
collect
sounds
.
If
there
's
improvement
,
it
's
undetectable
.
I
ca
n't
adjust
to
deafness
in
the
ear
.
It
makes
me
feel
off-balanced
and
defenseless
to
my
left
.
Blind
even
.
My
head
keeps
turning
to
the
injured
side
,
as
my
right
ear
tries
to
compensate
for
the
wall
of
nothingness
where
yesterday
there
was
a
constant
flow
of
information
.
