It was over. It was all over. She was going back home. She was going back to Prim, to her mother, to Gale. Gale. There were so many things she wanted to say to him right now. She missed him dearly – his brown eyes, warm hugs, and his smile that often makes her temporarily forget about the dreadful and unfair world they have been born to live in. Never mind though, there's only the train ride back now, and she'd be able to see them all again soon. Very soon.

As she walks towards the train to district twelve – with Peeta and Haymitch several feet ahead - the magnificence of the train station hits her. Of course, she was too occupied about the games when she first arrived here she wouldn't notice the vastness and glamour of a mere train station. Housing 12 different trains – each of which mainly functions for transportation to and from its designated district – the station also encompasses many small dispersed shops that apparently sell souvenirs belonging to the platform's district.

As the three of them pass through the district 4 platform, she notices a nearby shop demonstrating quite a magnificent glass stand, with rows of neatly arranged seashell and pearl jewelry resting on it. Her thoughts immediately shift towards Prim. Prim would love one of those, she thinks. She dismisses the idea however when she notices Haymitch and Peeta are now a good distance ahead of her. Her daydreaming about home and her family must have slowed her down.

Despite the station's humongous size, the crowd was suffocating. In fact it was no less crowded that the day she arrived here – in which a huge crowd was packed waiting in the station for the arrival of the long-awaited 24 tributes of this year's games. However, she realizes that it's only because of this packed crowd that no one can seem to spot her right now otherwise she would have been swamped by her adoring fans, just as she and Peeta were when leaving the building they resided in for a month.

Face after face pass by her vision, and the more they do, the more she realizes that despite the multitude display of colors, hairstyles and clothes, they all somewhat look the same. It was as if they all belong to one big circus freak show, which they probably do, she thought. The citizens performed in the freak show and the Capitol was their circus. Sadly and ironically enough, it was the districts that were being played with for the Capitol's entertainment, and not just with colors, but with death.

When she finally gives up on finding someone who looked even remotely normal, a young man suddenly appears into her eyesight. The first thing she notices about him is his fresh-face and absolute dye free body. Finally, someone who looks normal, she thinks gratefully. The second thing she notices is how extremely handsome and attractive he is; clearly tall and muscularly built, his tanned skin set extremely well with his deep green eyes and bronze colored hair. Thankfully, he doesn't notice her glance towards him as he walks by, since he is clearly fixated ahead, towards the direction from which she came from.

It is only as their arm sleeves slightly brush and he is behind her, that she suddenly remembers. Before she even has time to ponder that he probably came from a district – which would explain his lack of 'Capitol fashion taste' – she throws her attempts to keep pace with the others and abruptly halts in her tracks. She slowly turns around so that she has a clear view of him and as she watches him walking away from her towards the district 4 platform, memories come flooding back to her. The memories are not of seeing him on the big screen, winning his games nine years ago, or smiling charmingly during his interviews in the capitol.

It is the memory of him finding her, starving and soaked under the rain, one cold day in district 12 four years ago. She remembers him buying her bread from the nearby bakery, telling her that she must learn how to hunt so that she doesn't starve, that she mustn't starve, making her promise to always do her best to survive. She remembers back even further, back to when it was just after his games 9 years ago. She remembers the trip with her family to district four when she was only 7, him shaking hands with her father, smiling to her, giving her his unique mocking-jay pin; the mocking-jay pin!

Immediately, she takes out the pin from her pocket, as if examining it will give her any answers to the questions now storming through her brain. She has had it for 9 years now – the pin that bought her luck, gave her hope, and kept her going. The white mocking-jay flying freely – cleverly made from white sea pearl - yet surrounded by a gold flat ring. He had told her how this mocking-jay pin would keep her safe as long as she had it. He also told her that if she wanted to keep someone she loved safe, she could lend it to them during their 'hardships'.

Her memories took her forward again to their more recent encounter four years ago, as she tried to remember why he was in district 12 in the first place at the time. It was a victory tour! Yes, now she clearly remembers. There was a district 4 winner that year and he was their mentor. The games of that year were one of the most tragic, now that she remembers – a girl froze to death at the end after the arena was flooded with what then turned out to be icy freezing water. She sadly remembers how she was told how much that girl resembled her in looks - her big eyes, full lips, high cheekbones… Her eyes slightly begin to tear up as she remembers it was also the year her father died….

"Katniss!" a loud voice snaps her out of her now storming memories. It was Peeta. She realizes that both Peeta and Haymitch have stopped in their tracks to see why she was not immediately behind them, only to notice that she was frozen on spot, staring at something or someone in the complete opposite direction to the district 12 platform. She doesn't answer, but only looks ahead to where the bronze haired boy – now a young man – is heading.

It was odd really that she just realized that he was here all along, watching her games and mentoring other tributes. He was mentoring district 4 tributes. Rue! Her heart plummets to her feet as she realizes that he was Rue's mentor – sweet young Rue who died in a world that was cruel to her, that was unfair to her, that never gave her the right to live her years as a true child – loving and innocent. She wonders if he knew whether his tribute's ally was in fact the same girl he saved of starvation four years ago, the same girl he wanted to keep safe and wanted to survive, the same girl he gave that pin to…

"Katniss!" this time it's Haymitch's voice. She can listen to the sound of his footsteps nearing towards her, yet she stays routed on spot. "Katniss, who did you just see?" he asks calmly, looking ahead towards the same direction she was staring at. By then though, the person of interest was a good way ahead and it was impossible for Haymitch to pinpoint to where she was looking at exactly. Good – because she had no reason to give Haymitch as to why she was staring after him in particular. What is there to say? District 4's famous bronze-haired victor is also the boy who saved her life and her family's years ago, and was the one who gave her the mocking-jay pin she wore to the games?

Aware of Haymitch's intent gaze on her, she replied instead: "Nothing. Just thought I saw someone familiar but I was wrong." He didn't look convinced, but still chose not to question her any further. Finally, she turned around and continued her way with Haymitch to the nearby District 12 train, where Peeta was waiting by the entrance.

"What was that all about?" he asked with a confused look on his face. She realized that even Peeta would probably not understand what was going through her head right now. Dismissing it would be the best option. "Nothing just thought I saw someone I knew. Anyways forget about it, turned out to be a capitol citizen, no one I know here," she replied with a shrug. Thankfully, Peeta decided to let it go too.

Her mind suddenly shifts to Cinna and to what he told her about his mentoring job, years ago after becoming victor in the 59th Hunger games, before he became a stylist. Cinna is from district 4 - he must've been the one to mentor him. At the thought, she has a sudden urge to find Cinna and tell him about these past encounters with his ex-tribute-victor. He doesn't know. How would he? Unless he told Cinna himself upon realizing who she was, if he ever did that is. Yet again… the pin! She wore the mocking-jay pin to the games – it was pinned onto her jacket for the whole world to see! Did no one make the connection? Did Cinna not make the connection? He did mentor him after all he must've at-least noticed his tribute's token. But then now that she remembers, Cinna did ask her where she got this pin from. She told him it was a gift to her as a child. Only that – she never mentioned the giver's name. Then there was a knowing gleam in his eyes, and he didn't question her further – only adjusted the pin to her jacket. He did know then!

For a split moment, she was on the verge of heading back to the district 4 platform to find Cinna, yet gave up on the thought when she realized that if she wanted to talk to him, she needed to do it privately, and certainly not when the topic's main subject was on the same train! Resolving to delay the topic till later, she slowly climbs the steps into the train, and into the lavish and welcoming train lounge.

We will meet again, she suddenly realizes. She will be mentoring next year and so will he, and chances of them meeting when they're mentors are quite high. She's not exactly aware what it is that pulls her to him, or to the memories of him – perhaps his kindness to her when all hope was lost, or perhaps the idea she has that beneath all these charms towards capitol women, and beneath these polished smiles and flirting nature he portrays to the world, resides a boy that has probably suffered several downfalls or tragedies in his still young years, and is merely trying to hide all of that with a fake demeanor. She's not exactly sure why she thinks that, but she would definitely like to believe that her 'bronze-haired-hero' is as considerate in reality as he was to her years ago.

She suddenly senses Peeta's presence next to her, as the train starts moving out of the station. "So what happens now? How do we move on from here?" he asks in a near whisper. She silently ponders his question, not exactly knowing how to reply. Then she replies with something very simple. In her mind, she knows it's not only a reply to his question, but also towards everything that has been running through her mind ever since she was reaped for the games.

"We just move on and forget Peeta. Everything that ever happened in the past, we forget and move on."