Autumn's POV

When I wake up, Derra is standing in my doorway. "Hi." I say, feeling awkward. " Get dressed. Breakfast. Arrive at noon." I've noticed that Derra is a woman of few words, possibly as a result of things she saw in the games. But she gets her point across just fine. I pull on a pair of green pants and a white shirt with short sleeves, then put my hair up in a messy ponytail. "Ready." I tell Derra. She turns around and leads me through a few compartments. I can smell something cooking.

We reach the dining room and take the two empty seats at the table set for five. Harvey, Gemma and Kurt are already sitting down. Gemma is eating primly from a small bowl of oatmeal and fruit, while Harvey and Kurt dig in to plates of bacon, eggs and biscuits with melting butter. "Hi." I say.

"Hey." Kurt doesn't even look up from his food.

A pretty girl in a white uniform hands me a plate and gestures to a buffet set up along the right wall of the train compartment. "Thanks." I say.

"Autumn, don't talk to Avoxes!" Gemma snaps. I don't ask what an Avox is. I'll figure it out. For now, I'm just hungry. I step up to the buffet table and look at my options: bacon, eggs, about fifty different kinds of bread... but I decide not to overfill. If I'm bloated when the games begin, I won't be able to run as well. I pick out an apple and a biscuit, then sit down.

"So, how did you sleep?" Gemma asks. I just shrug. "I'm going back to my room after breakfast."

"Well remember, we're going to be in the Capitol in a few hours!" Gemma says. Harvey and Derra exchange a look, and Derra rolls her eyes. I have to fight not to laugh. I eat my food quickly, ignoring the personal questions Gemma asks me. When I'm done, I stand up. "Bye," I say, brushing a few crumbs off of my shirt. "I'll see you later."

Kurt and I stand, our faces pressed against the window. "Woah." Kurt mutters. The Capitol is impressive, I'll admit. But as I stand there looking at the people in their bright, insane clothing, and the soaring glass buildings with their diamond capstones, all I can think about is the fact that these people are going to kill me.

Clove's POV

When we finish breakfast, Cato and I are led to a compartment with a full window. We stand in front of it, watching as the citizens of the Capitol cheer and wave at us. Neither Cato nor I wave back. Instead we stare emotionlessly back at them. I feel the corner of my mouth turn up involuntarily at the attention. The monster likes it. I push her down. "Shut up."

Cato gives me a confused look. "Are you telling me to shut up?" He growls.

"No." I mutter.

"Then who are you talking to?"

"No one." I mutter again.

Cato shrugs and returns to glaring out the window at the crowd. We stand there in uncomfortable silence until we reach the building where we'll be staying for the next week. Where our preparations for the Games begin.