Sheldon slowly walked across his apartment. He opened the front door and started to descend on the stairs heading for the ground floor. He opened the door and stepped out into the baking sun. He was in District 3. He took out his Apple IPhone and read a text from his flatmate and friend, Leonard.

Meet you at the university.

Sheldon let out an anguished sigh at his friend's stupidity. He texted back saying:

How can you be so stupid to forget, Leonard? Today is the reaping – the university is closed.

Sheldon continued to walk across the crowded city street heading for the city centre. He hated the reaping, not because he might be chosen – but because he had to go outside, plus the university is closed so he can't do any research. He felt a vibration in his pocket. He took out his phone and reads the text his acquaintance Howard had sent him.

Good luck for the reaping, Sheldon

He sighed at his acquaintance's stupidity. He supposed that seeing as he wasn't Dr Howard Wolowitz he believed that the reaping was down to luck. Sheldon had worked out a formula for it.

"If the population of this district is n and the amount of slips with their name on is x then the chances of me getting chosen is one in n times x,"

He was now standing with the other people from the district. A man came striding out onto a big stage. He was dressed in a turquoise smoking jacket and wearing a red fez. He was called Reginald Redfern.

"Welcome to the 683rd annual Hunger Games," He started to drone on about why we had the Hunger Games, and why now because of Katniss Everdeen's failed attempts of stopping the hunger games, everyone of all ages must take part, "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour," his voice boomed out of the speakers surrounding the stage. To his side there were two glass balls, filled with little pieces of paper – one for the girls and one for the boys.

"As usual – ladies first," He plunged a gloved hand into the ball to his right and brought out a slip of paper. "Amy Farrah Fowler!" he shouted. Sheldon let out a groan. Amy was Sheldon's girlfriend; he couldn't believe she had been chosen. She walked up the steps and joined Reginald.

"Now for the gentlemen," He put his gloved hand into the ball to his left and plucked out a slip of paper, "Sheldon Cooper!" Sheldon fainted with shock…