I am a survivor. I know it's not much, but it's really all I have. My time in the games was difficult, but hell, whose wasn't? I witnessed my friend get killed, and I saw the look of terror in my fellow tributes eyes. I saw things that still haunt my sleep. I can't shake the feelings, and every year, I'm re-reminded of the pain. "Haymitch?" Effie's voice calls through my front door. I don't bother to get up. I know they'll just barge in anyway. "Haymitch, if you don't open up, I'm coming in." There's a shuffle and then my room is filled with bustling people all here to make me look presentable for the day to come. "Haymitch. There you are. Why didn't you respond? Come now, we've got to get you ready for the day, it is a big, big day you know," Effie blabbers. "Yeah, I can't wait to see two kids getting called to their death sentence," I grumble. After I am stripped down, showered, shaved, and redressed, I get some food. They feed me well, that's the main reason I haven't drank myself to death yet. I do clutch a bottle in my hand so often now; they don't even bother to remove it. "Oh Haymitch, I don't know how you can even drink that putrid stuff. It gives me a headache. Come on, let's go. The people await." "Calm down, I want to look presentable," I slur. I'm swaying slightly and my head is fogging up. I can tell the alcohol has had effect on me quickly today. "Oh Haymitch, why must you always embarrass me?" I follow Effie down the lane to town and stare at the ground the whole time. I can't stand to see even one child, knowing it might be them next. I amble my way up the stairs to the main stage and take a seat next to an official. The mayor is talking, I guess I was late. At some point during his speech the mayor makes reference to me. I stand up and take a bow, but I misjudge my depth perception and fall of the stage. A couple of peacekeepers haul me away. Next thing I know, I'm on the train. I can sense that were moving. My head is pounding, and it is not helping that there's a loud knocking at my door. "Haymitch. Get up, you have to meet the new tributes," Effie nags. I roll myself out of bed and when I stand at full height, I can feel the effects of the hangover. I sway slightly, but manage to find my door. The walk down the hallway takes some time, and eventually I find the dining car. There are two people sitting, in the seats to my left. I throw my head there way and observe them. "Hi, I'm Peeta. And you must be Haymitch," says a boy with blonde hair. I know this boy; he's the baker's son. He offers his hand, but I ignore it. The girl sitting next to him inclines her head in recognition. "Katniss," she murmurs. I don't know this girl. "Everdeen." She finishes. Oh, this is the miner's wife's girl. Yes, I know her. I don't know anything about these two kids, but I can sense something. A feeling of, hope? Faith? I'm not sure, but I sure feel something.