"Katniss!" I scream. "Katniss! Help!"
"Rue!" comes Katniss' distant cry. Tears are streaming down my face now, as I lie here, alone, helpless, trapped. And then Katniss is there, and all is well.
But is it? As Katniss works to free me from the tangled net, I strain to pick out any sounds of approaching enemies.
"Look out!" I cry, as the District 1 boy hurtles out from behind a tree. Before I know what's happening, Katniss' arrow is embedded in his skull, and he slumps to the ground. The expression on his face is shocked, numb, disbelieving, as his fingers loosen on the spear he never had time to throw.
Katniss drops to her knees and draws her knife, sawing away at the net. Eventually, I am free, and she pulls me into a tight, warm hug. I feel so safe with her.
It's hard to believe she just killed someone.
"Did you blow up the food?" I ask her.
"Every bit," she replies, with a satisfied nod. A smile spreads across my face.
"We could go home." I whisper.
"We could." she agrees, slowly beginning to smile. But then the smile drops, and she looks at me, tears welling up in her eyes. Because "we" can not go home.
There can only be one winner.