Katniss and Peeta literally jump out of the train, longing for their home. Broken home, but home nevertheless. Their reaction then are different : Peeta throws his head back, breathing the deep, fresh air in; Katniss stands still, uncertain. She doesn't know what to do, or where to go. That's only when Peeta grabs her hand with a gentle smile that she accepts to move forward.

Haymitch stays before the door, waiting for his guest to walk off the train. He can't help smilling when an huge suitcase appears in the doorway, and someone swears behind it.

"That's bad manners, Princess," he laughs. "Watch your words."

Effie's red face shoots him an angry look.

"That's bad manners not to help me, Haymitch." she replies bitterly. That makes him laugh once more, but he takes a few steps towards her and helps her carry her heavy suitcase.

"Did you really have to bring so many things?" he asks.

"Look around you." Effie points at the broken landscape before them. "Do you think I can survive in this...land without a few accessories ?"

He grins at her. "Well, at least I'm glad you got rid of that wig. And that "face" of yours."

That makes her blush slightly. She mumbles a few angry words under her breath, but she isn't quick enough to hide a small smile.

"What was that?" mocks Haymitch.

"Nothing. Help me with this, will you?" She loosens her grip on the suitcase handle and looks up around her.

"Why aren't there any Avoxes to help me?" she sighs. "What am I even doing here?" She crosses her arms and gives Haymitch a reproachful glance. But, deep down, both of them know why she's here. She just couldn't stay in the Capitol anymore. Not after what they did to her.

Now and then again, when Haymitch takes a look at her right arm, he can't help wincing at the sight of the deep, redden scar that runs from her shoulder to her wrist. She refused to show him her other scars, or to tell him what they did to her back then. When he tries an asks her, she just shoots him an hatred look and stays silent for a few hours.

But he knows that eventually, one day she'll tell him everything. He won't give up on her.

Now when he looks at her, standing upright on the platform, wearing a simple summer dress, her short, curled blond hair enlightening her pale face and shoft blue eyes, he can' t help thinking that they'll be alright. That he and this beautiful woman will learn to forgetthe past and to live again.

She frowns at him, wondering what he's thinking about. With a soft smile he wraps an arm around her shoulder and draws her to him.

"Come on sweetheart, let me show you your new home."