Disclaimer: Not mine! Collins is our princess. If you liked this, there's a sequel/companion story thingy titled Goodbye. Oh, and I changed it since the other Career they're here with is the girl from Four, not the boy from Three. Sorry 'bout that.

"Oh, let her stay up there. It's not like she's going anywhere. We'll deal with her in the morning."

Cato immediately agrees with Loverboy's idea, everyone's really tired by now anyway, and we all sit down on the rocky ground to find a place to sleep.

Loverboy sits directly below the girl's hiding place, leaning against the trunk, which is really suspicious, but it's not like he can do anything now. He'll be outnumbered one to five, so I let him be. Besides, the girl won't help him now that she knows he's teamed up with us, serves him right.

I give him a sarcastic smile, and he turns away.

Marvel sits by some bushes, trying to sleep in that position will be tricky, but it's his choice. Clove lies on the ground a few feet away from Loverboy, and piles up all our supplies neatly at the center of our little circle.

I nod at both of them, and they nod back, before going to sleep.

Cato orders the girl from Four to be our look-out and to guard over the supplies, so she does. Then, Cato looks for the softest spot to sleep and lies down. I cock my head sideways, asking if I could curl up with him, and he nods.

I make my way to him, and he scoots over. I lie beside him, and he flings an arm around my stomach. I move closer.

He looks down at me, and whispers softly, "Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah," I whisper back, "you?"

"Very."

The glow from the Capitol-generated moon bathes Cato with a soft, white glow. Without the various cuts and scratches he had acquired over the last few days, he almost looks like a child.

I smile. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"If we're the only two left, or when you're forced to, how would you kill me?"

He furrows his eyebrows, and asks a question of his own, "Why do you want to know?"

I hear Marvel's snores, and Clove's light, steady breathing. The girl from Four shifts uncomfortably, probably because she's sitting on the rockiest part of the soil. Some sort of nocturnal birds chirp. I shrug, "Nothing, I'm just wondering. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"No, I want to," he brushes a lock of my hair from my face gently with a finger, "I'd probably try to kill you the least painful way possible."

I close my eyes, "Thank you. I'd do the same for you, you know."

"I know. Good night, Glimmer."

"Good night, Cato."

He brushes his lips lightly over my forehead, and for the first time since we went into the arena, I feel at peace. I go to sleep, locked up in Cato's strong, sturdy arms.

The next day, you all know what happened.