As I look at the District blurring into nothing, I take a sigh and look around. Only four people are here. Haymitch, Effie, me and Logan. I notice Logan walk up to the place I am sitting in but takes a seat in the row behind me. Glancing at him, I turn around and stare at the huge chandelier that hangs over a table.

"You nervous?" Logan asks quietly. His voice is semi-deep but it's also smoothe...soothing almost.

"Of course I'm nervous...Considering I am going to die yeah I'm nervous." I say in response.

"Ha. How are you so sure that you're going to die?" he asks.

"Well...Considering I only hunt..." I say that part softly in a whisper since hunting is forbidden in Panem. If anyone had heard then my chances of winning are slim to none.

"Well at least you have that at all. I have nothing. I have no clue what I'm going to do or how I'm going to do it. I just know, it's going to be hard." he says. I turn around and note that his eyes are filled with fear but he's trying not to show it too much.

"I can help you if you want..." I say quietly. He takes his eyes off the window and looks into mine.

"Really?"

"Yeah." I say quietly. He smiles a little.

"Thanks." he murmurs.

"No problem." I feel the train rumble beneath my feet and it feels like an earthquake almost. It has that effect on you. I glance back at Logan and he looks around then at me, and carefully moving, steps to my row and takes a seat next to me.

"I don't think we've officially met. I'm Logan." he holds out his hand.

I smile softly and shake it. "I'm McKenzie. You can call me Kenzie though."

"I like that name." he grins. "It's pretty. Most cute girls are named Kenzie."

I laugh a little. "Most hot guys are named Logan so I guess we're even." I say with a small giggle. He grins and blushes a little. Smirking, I turn and the window and I sigh deeply when a drunk and unshaven Haymitch walks over to us.

"Why if it isn't the sacrifices." he whispers with a laugh, followed by a swig of his bottle of whiskey. His breath reaks of liquor and I wince at the smell as it comes with in smelling distance.

"Hello Haymitch." Logan says.

"Ah yes. You're the boy with the big mouth. The one that caused trouble. The Capitol probably put you here on purpose." He says. Logan's eyes widen a bit and confusion overwhelms me. Big mouth? What did Logan do? I mean…there were never even rumors that he did anything. Then Haymitch turns to me. "And you. I've never even heard of you before."

"Not many people have." I say quietly.

"You little miss innocent huh?" Haymitch smirks. "Hate to see all that go to waste." He takes another swig. "Well I'm off. See you at the Capitol." He walks off towards the door of where he came from. Teetering from being drunk. Sighing, I look at Logan with an odd look but he just turns away and tries to look innocent.

"Interesting things he said about us huh?" I ask with a small look at him that pleads Logan to tell me what he is talking about.

"Yeah." He says quietly. "Umm…I guess we're spending the night on the train huh?" I nod a bit and look at him.

"Yeah. I don't know where though. They probably have rooms for us." I murmur. Surely enough, there is an announcement a few minutes later telling where they are and what is inside. Logan and I exchange looks. "You want to check them out?"

"Sure." He smiles and we both walk to the other side of the train. It's amazing how rich the Capitol can be. The train is basically gold. Huge Chandeliers on each cart and marble floors that decorate the majority of the train. Sighing, we walk for a couple minutes and then come to two doors, which are side by side. I open the one that has a tag with my name on it and my eyes widen as I see the huge room. Huge is an understatement. There is a bathroom on the corner which is complete with a bath and a shower as well as a beautiful antique sink that is located towards the entrance. As I walk in I also note the huge queen bed with a golden comforter that hangs loosely over the mattress.

"Wow…" I murmur quietly. The wardrobe is fairly empty except for a pair of silk pink pajamas and an outfit that is picked out for tomorrow. I lay down on the bed to find it soft but not exactly comforting. Maybe it's the fact that I'm going to die in a couple weeks. I turn the television on and change it to Buffy The Vampire Slayer and get caught up in it. When dinner is called, I do not come. I'm not hungry and I will eat at the Capitol. Then again, at the Capitol I won't have much of a choice.

After a couple re-runs of Buffy, I fall asleep but wake up in the middle of the night. I slip on the pajamas and head out to the main area of the train and note Logan sitting down wearing a pair of dark gray plaid pajama pants and a gray tee. He looks at me. "Can't sleep?"

"I could…but I woke up after an hour." I say.

He raises an eyebrow. "You missed dinner." I nod then shrug.

"Can't eat…" I say. "I can't eat…or sleep…or even think for that matter." My voice is shaky I realize. Logan opens his arms and I run into them and hold on. I can't cry but I hold onto his shirt as if it's a life line. My hands shake and he slowly moves his hand down and around my back trying to comfort me. I look into his eyes and he brushes my hair out of my eyes.

"Stay with me?" he asks. I nod and he leads me to one of the couches and I lay down in his arms. He continues to brush my hair and it becomes really relaxing. As I fall asleep, I hear him murmur, "I won't let anything happen to you."