"Why won't you let them run the tests, Rosalynn?" President Snow asked me. The second I saw we were both in my room I knew it was a dream. But this dream seemed much better than my reality so I didn't interrupt. "If they find it's in your DNA they could make a whole army of Hunger Games victor-predicting people!"

"It's not in my DNA." I answered. "I can just tell by watching them."

"What kind of things do you look for?" He demanded.

I smiled. "Why would I tell you? I'd be firing myself."

He couldn't argue. He had always taught me a smart response was better than a truthful response. He refused to try to fight his own teaching. Of everything he was (a liar, a murderer, greedy, selfish, the list could go on) a hypocrite was not one of them. "I see coming here was fruitless. Until next time, Rosa."

"And if not then, see you on my birthday, Pappy." I replied, using the name he told me years ago I should use for him. He reached down to kiss me on the cheek. I held my breath as his lips touched my face. His breath was full of blood for reasons I wouldn't share with a soul. 'Pappy' had no idea what all I knew about him and I would never tell him. I was his reminder he could stop being so cruel.

Unfortunately he never made that choice.

When I opened my eyes I saw a group of people huddled around me. "Leave me alone. I told Snow I wouldn't cooperate with any tests." I rolled so my face snuggled closer to my pillow.

"You are connected to a device that will tell us if you're telling the truth, so don't try to lie to us." A rough (but relatively young) voice said.

"Huah?" I shuffled into a sitting-up position. Something told me I wasn't going to be allowed to fall asleep.

"What is your full name?"

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my wrist. "Rosalynn Delaine Snow, why?" My eyes opened when I finally understood; they were rebels trying to find out who I was. "Oh poop."

"Are you Coriolanus Snow's granddaughter?"

"How about you tell me your names so I'm not being interrogated by complete strangers?" I suggested. "Then I promise I won't dare lie."

The young man who had asked me all the questions held an arrow up to my chest. "Answer the question."

"You can't shoot me; you need me for the 76th Hunger Games."

"How did you know about the last Hunger Games?"

I smiled. It was an annoying smile that said 'I'll tell you if you tell me'.

"Fine!" The man exclaimed. "I'm Gale Hawthorne. That's Beetee Latier." Gale gestured to the man working a machine I guess was the truth-telling device. He pointed to the only female in the room. Her hair had been shaved off and was slowly growing back. The voice of one of the war prisoners echoed in my mind. "What are you doing? My hair!" I dug my nails into my palms to keep myself from shaking in front of everyone. "She's –"

"I'm Johanna Mason." The girl said for him. Her voice was a calmer version of the one in my memory. "And he's Peeta Mellark." She nodded her head at the blonde boy in the back.

"Johanna was the only person who seemed to recognize you in the entire Capitol building, not counting the Avoxes." Beetee said. "And you ran into Peeta before you fainted."

"Back to my question. Are you Snow's granddaughter?"

"Yes."

"Who are your parents?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I was taken to the Capitol when I was seven years old because I could accurately predict who would win the Hunger Games. My memories were erased so I wouldn't remember my life before the Capitol, except for the Hunger Games. They wanted me to remember how I did it."

"She's not lying, Gale." Beetee leaned over the machine.

"Did you have any part in stopping the rebellion?" Gale continued.

"Other than eating the Capitol's food, no."

"Still telling the truth." Beetee said. "If you don't mind, Rosalynn, how do you predict the victors?"

"Different ways. I watch them. I disguise myself as an Avox to meet some of the tributes. I only met one champion."

"Which one?"

I raked my mind. "Johanna." I saw her eyebrows rise. Her mind was probably racing with memories of me making her bed and lingering to make sure she got her clothes.

"Who did you serve during my Hunger Games?" Peeta spoke for the first time.

I considered him. "I believe during your first Hunger Games I served the District 4 girl, the one that died eating your berries. Then for your second Hunger Games I assigned myself to Wiress."

Beetee stood up. "This girl's only been telling the truth. I say we're done here."

I sat up straighter. "Great, when's my reaping?"

"We're not having a reaping. We're just going down the power scale and taking the children until we have twelve boys and twelve girls." Gale explained.

"Any chance the spots will be full by the time you get to me?" I asked with mock innocence. If Gale was amused, he hid it well. But at least Beetee snorted.

The rebels wasted no time in the last Hunger Games. In a matter of days all twenty-four Capitol children were chosen for the Games. Today they stood in front of the four possible mentors: Beetee, Enobaria, Johanna, and Annie. They were the only victors left; all others were either dead or were considered mentally unstable (all the District 12 victors, but strangely enough not Annie). They would choose three boys and three girls to mentor of the children currently standing on the stage. The mentors sat in comfortable chairs on the floor facing the stage. Cameramen where everywhere, broadcasting who would be taught by who to each of the thirteen districts. It was going to be treated like a reaping, but people could not watch it if they chose not to. I think I heard about a million televisions were currently watching this.

I was first in line to be chosen and trained by one of the victors. I wondered if my relation to Snow and interaction with some of the victors would be an advantage or disadvantage for me. "Rosalynn Snow, fourteen-year-old granddaughter of Coriolanus Snow, former president of Panem." A Capitol rebel man announced. "Mentors, raise your hand if you wish to mentor her."

Four hands went up. I blinked in surprise, but could understand my appeal to everyone. Beetee wanted me because I'm smart, Enobaria wanted me because of my relation with President Snow, Johanna wanted me because I had served her before, and Annie wanted me because I was the least touched by the Capitol (all the other kids had obscure make-up and insane outfits when they were taken).

"Rosalynn, you may choose who will be your mentor of the people raising their hands." The voice said.

I started to look at each person's face, but immediately made my decision when I saw the determined look in Johanna's eyes (as if she may kill if she didn't get her way). "Johanna. I choose Johanna."