Mags sat toying with a clothespin. In a moment she had it fashioned into a fishing hook. She smiled at her own work.
Finnick came and sat beside her. He smiled at her. "Finnick?" Mags mumbled. "You're better than I thought you'd be." Finnick chuckled.
"Oh, Mags..." Finnick grinned.
Mags didn't take another breath. Finnick went into a panic. "Mags? Mags!" In just a moment, her pulse faded to nothing.
Finnick took Mags's hand and kissed her on the forehead. Tears dropped onto the bench they sat on. Finnick's once-laughs were now sorry cries.