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In
less
than
an
hour
,
I
'm
at
the
place
where
we
agreed
to
have
the
third
fire
and
I
know
something
has
gone
amiss
.
The
wood
has
been
neatly
arranged
,
expertly
interspersed
with
tinder
,
but
it
has
never
been
lit
.
Rue
set
up
the
fire
but
never
made
it
back
here
.
Somewhere
between
the
second
column
of
smoke
I
spied
before
I
blew
up
the
supplies
and
this
point
,
she
ran
into
trouble
.
I
have
to
remind
myself
she
's
still
alive
.
Or
is
she
?
Could
the
cannon
shot
announcing
her
death
have
come
in
the
wee
hours
of
the
morning
when
even
my
good
ear
was
too
broken
to
pick
it
up
?
Will
she
appear
in
the
sky
tonight
?
No
,
I
refuse
to
believe
it
.
There
could
be
a
hundred
other
explanations
.
She
could
have
lost
her
way
.
Run
into
a
pack
of
predators
or
another
tribute
,
like
Thresh
,
and
had
to
hide
.
Whatever
happened
,
I
'm
almost
certain
she
's
stuck
out
there
,
somewhere
between
the
second
fire
and
the
unlit
one
at
my
feet
.
Something
is
keeping
her
up
a
tree
.
I
think
I
'll
go
hunt
it
down
.
It
's
a
relief
to
be
doing
something
after
sitting
around
all
afternoon
.
I
creep
silently
through
the
shadows
,
letting
them
conceal
me
.
But
nothing
seems
suspicious
.
There
's
no
sign
of
any
kind
of
struggle
,
no
disruption
of
the
needles
on
the
ground
.
I
've
stopped
for
just
a
moment
when
I
hear
it
I
have
to
cock
my
head
around
to
the
side
to
be
sure
,
but
there
it
is
again
.
Rue
's
four-note
tune
coming
out
of
a
mockingjay
's
mouth
.
The
one
that
means
she
's
all
right
.
I
grin
and
move
in
the
direction
of
the
bird
.
Another
just
a
short
distance
ahead
,
picks
up
on
the
handful
of
notes
.
Rue
has
been
singing
to
them
,
and
recently
.
Otherwise
they
'd
have
taken
up
some
other
song
.
My
eyes
lift
up
into
the
trees
,
searching
for
a
sign
of
her
.
I
swallow
and
sing
softly
back
,
hoping
she
'll
know
it
's
safe
to
join
me
.
A
mockingjay
repeats
the
melody
to
me
.
And
that
's
when
I
hear
the
scream
.
It
's
a
child
's
scream
,
a
young
girl
's
scream
,
there
's
no
one
in
the
arena
capable
of
making
that
sound
except
Rue
.
And
now
I
'm
running
,
knowing
this
may
be
a
trap
,
knowing
the
three
Careers
may
be
poised
to
attack
me
,
but
I
ca
n't
help
myself
.
There
's
another
high-pitched
cry
,
this
time
my
name
.
"
Katniss
!
Katniss
!
"
"
Rue
!
"
I
shout
back
,
so
she
knows
I
'm
near
.
So
,
they
know
I
'm
near
,
and
hopefully
the
girl
who
has
attacked
them
with
tracker
jackers
and
gotten
an
eleven
they
still
ca
n't
explain
will
be
enough
to
pull
their
attention
away
from
her
.
"
Rue
!
I
'm
coming
!
"
When
I
break
into
the
clearing
,
she
's
on
the
ground
,
hopelessly
entangled
in
a
net
.
She
just
has
time
to
reach
her
hand
through
the
mesh
and
say
my
name
before
the
spear
enters
her
body
.
The
boy
from
District
1
dies
before
he
can
pull
out
the
spear
.
My
arrow
drives
deeply
into
the
center
of
his
neck
.
He
falls
to
his
knees
and
halves
the
brief
remainder
of
his
life
by
yanking
out
the
arrow
and
drowning
in
his
own
blood
.
I
'm
reloaded
,
shifting
my
aim
from
side
to
side
,
while
I
shout
at
Rue
,
"
Are
there
more
?
Are
there
more
?
"
