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I
do
sleep
,
but
in
the
morning
I
'm
extra-cautious
,
thinking
that
while
the
Careers
might
hesitate
to
attack
me
in
a
tree
,
they
're
completely
capable
of
setting
an
ambush
for
me
.
I
make
sure
to
fully
prepare
myself
for
the
day
-
eating
a
big
breakfast
,
securing
my
pack
,
readying
my
weapons
-
before
I
descend
.
But
all
seems
peaceful
and
undisturbed
on
the
ground
.
Today
I
'll
have
to
be
scrupulously
careful
.
The
Careers
will
know
I
'm
trying
to
locate
Peeta
.
They
may
well
want
to
wait
until
I
do
before
they
move
in
.
If
he
's
as
badly
wounded
as
Cato
thinks
,
I
'd
be
in
the
position
of
having
to
defend
us
both
without
any
assistance
.
But
if
he
's
that
incapacitated
,
how
has
he
managed
to
stay
alive
?
And
how
on
earth
will
I
find
him
?
I
try
to
think
of
anything
Peeta
ever
said
that
might
give
me
an
indication
as
to
where
he
's
hiding
out
,
but
nothing
rings
a
bell
.
So
I
go
back
to
the
last
moment
I
saw
him
sparkling
in
the
sunlight
,
yelling
at
me
to
run
.
Then
Cato
appeared
,
his
sword
drawn
.
And
after
I
was
gone
,
he
wounded
Peeta
.
But
how
did
Peeta
get
away
?
Maybe
he
'd
held
out
better
against
the
tracker
jacker
poison
than
Cato
.
Maybe
that
was
the
variable
that
allowed
him
to
escape
.
But
he
'd
been
stung
,
too
.
So
how
far
could
he
have
gotten
,
stabbed
and
filled
with
venom
?
And
how
has
he
stayed
alive
all
these
days
since
?
If
the
wound
and
the
stingers
have
n't
killed
him
,
surely
thirst
would
have
taken
him
by
now
.
And
that
's
when
I
get
my
first
clue
to
his
whereabouts
.
He
could
n't
have
survived
without
water
.
I
know
that
from
my
first
few
days
here
.
He
must
be
hidden
somewhere
near
a
source
.
There
's
the
lake
,
but
I
find
that
an
unlikely
option
since
it
's
so
close
to
the
Careers
'
base
camp
.
A
few
spring-fed
pools
.
But
you
'd
really
be
a
sitting
duck
at
one
of
those
.
And
the
stream
.
The
one
that
leads
from
the
camp
Rue
and
I
made
all
the
way
down
near
the
lake
and
beyond
.
If
he
stuck
to
the
stream
,
he
could
change
his
location
and
always
be
near
water
.
He
could
walk
in
the
current
and
erase
any
tracks
.
He
might
even
be
able
to
get
a
fish
or
two
.
Well
,
it
's
a
place
to
start
,
anyway
.
To
confuse
my
enemies
'
minds
,
I
start
a
fire
with
plenty
of
green
wood
.
Even
if
they
think
it
's
a
ruse
,
I
hope
they
'll
decide
I
'm
hidden
somewhere
near
it
.
While
in
reality
,
I
'll
be
tracking
Peeta
.
The
sun
burns
off
the
morning
haze
almost
immediately
and
I
can
tell
the
day
will
be
hotter
than
usual
.
The
waters
cool
and
pleasant
on
my
bare
feet
as
I
head
downstream
.
I
'm
tempted
to
call
out
Peeta
's
name
as
I
go
but
decide
against
it
.
I
will
have
to
find
him
with
my
eyes
and
one
good
ear
or
he
will
have
to
find
me
.
But
he
'll
know
I
'll
be
looking
,
right
?
He
wo
n't
have
so
low
of
an
opinion
of
me
as
to
think
I
'd
ignore
the
new
rule
and
keep
to
myself
.
Would
he
?
He
's
very
hard
to
predict
,
which
might
be
interesting
under
different
circumstances
,
but
at
the
moment
only
provides
an
extra
obstacle
.
It
does
n't
take
long
to
reach
the
spot
where
I
peeled
off
to
go
the
Careers
'
camp
.
There
's
been
no
sign
of
Peeta
,
but
this
does
n't
surprise
me
.
I
've
been
up
and
down
this
stretch
three
times
since
the
tracker
jacker
incident
.
If
he
were
nearby
,
surely
I
'd
have
had
some
suspicion
of
it
.
The
stream
begins
to
curve
to
the
left
into
a
part
of
the
woods
that
's
new
to
me
.
Muddy
banks
covered
in
tangled
water
plants
lead
to
large
rocks
that
increase
in
size
until
I
begin
to
feel
somewhat
trapped
.
It
would
be
no
small
matter
to
escape
the
stream
now
.
Fighting
off
Cato
or
Thresh
as
I
climbed
over
this
rocky
terrain
.
In
fact
,
I
've
just
about
decided
I
'm
on
the
wrong
track
entirely
,
that
a
wounded
boy
would
be
unable
to
navigate
getting
to
and
from
this
water
source
,
when
I
see
the
bloody
streak
going
down
the
curve
of
a
boulder
.
It
's
long
dried
now
,
but
the
smeary
lines
running
side
to
side
suggest
someone
-
who
perhaps
was
not
fully
in
control
of
his
mental
faculties
-
tried
to
wipe
it
away
.
Hugging
the
rocks
,
I
move
slowly
in
the
direction
of
the
blood
,
searching
for
him
.
I
find
a
few
more
bloodstains
,
one
with
a
few
threads
of
fabric
glued
to
it
,
but
no
sign
of
life
.
I
break
down
and
say
his
name
in
a
hushed
voice
.
"
Peeta
!
Peeta
!
"
Then
a
mockingjay
lands
on
a
scruffy
tree
and
begins
to
mimic
my
tones
so
I
stop
.
I
give
up
and
climb
back
down
to
the
stream
thinking
,
He
must
have
moved
on
.
Somewhere
farther
down
.
