The first time it happens, it's two days after the war.

Katniss walks quickly, dodging the occasional civilian. She had just visited Greasy Sae, making sure she was alright. A hood is pulled over her head, hiding her face from the cold breeze, and the curious gazes of passers-by.

'You're nearly there, Katniss.' She thinks to herself, and that's when she sees her. It's the glint of metal, that catches her attention, at first. And then, she sees her properly.

She's wearing green combats, and an oversized zip up charcoal hoodie, and a blue t-shirt under the hoodie. The knife is in a sheath on her belt.

'Clove...' Katniss thinks, but she quickly dismisses the thought. 'Clove's dead, just like everyone else. You must be imagining it, Katniss.' When Katniss glances over her shoulder, she catches a pair of dark green eyes watching her, and then, she's gone.

When she gets home, there's a folded note lying on the coffee table. The doors, windows, are all still locked.

'What the hell?' Katniss thinks, picking up the note and reading it. She drops it in shock, and flees the room.

'I'm not dead, Fire Girl. I'm right here, in District Twelve. It's hard to kill me, especially the monster that wanted you dead. I don't want to kill you, not anymore, but we need to talk. Not now, but sometime. Watch your back, people want you dead.'

The next morning, the note is gone.

The second time it happens, it's a week after the war.