A deep chesty cough erupts from the cloud of smoke. "Homes?" asks Cressida looking at Peeta.

"No, we saw him... he's gone." He replies.

"Finnick" I scream as Pollux lowers himself down the ladder. Silence falls amongst our small group. We wait what feels like hours for any sign that Finnick, even Pollux, is alive down there. Cressida gasps and I see exactly what has caused her reaction. A slightly singed hand has clung to a rung on the ladder. Another appears and Peeta and I grab a limb each. We heave as hard as we can and manage to pull Finnick's smouldering body up onto the level with Pollux climbing up behind. He's badly hurt with gashes on his legs and back where the mutts clawed him. The fire has only burned the back of his head, his hands and where his suit had torn. A sigh of relief comes from both Peeta and Cressida when Finnick begins coughing and smiling his most cheeky of smiles.

"It took you long enough" He says in a scratchy voice. We all slump into the cold pavement out of breath but relieved.

Not five seconds go by before I notice a significant absence among us. Gale! I had been in such a desperate and delirious state that I had forgotten his still and bloody body lying on the ground behind Peeta.

"Gale! Gale wake up! Gale please" I scream as I run over to his body pushing everyone out the way. Tears stream down my face. "No I can't lose you" I cry, shaking his body. Peeta comes up behind me and checks his neck for a pulse.

"He's still alive" He says in a low voice. "I found Finnick dragging him around the corner. He said that Homes had disappeared behind them and when Gale went to find him, he accidently triggered an explosive pod and was thrown back and knocked out."

I don't know whether or not he's okay. He's still unconscious and there's blood flowing from several wounds on his stomach. They seem to be caused from small fragments of the bomb.

"We can't stay here" Says Cressida. I look around and assess our circumstance. Gale out cold and bleeding. Finnick on his hands and knees still coughing. I doubt he could walk unaided. Cressida, Pollux and Peeta seem fine. As am I.

Pollux signals to us that up the next ladder is another utility room. I go first, knowing quite well the danger of detection. I push the heavy lid aside and climb up. Signalling for everyone to remain below while I check the rooms, I start towards the door. However, I notice the handle begin to turn and I instinctively reach for a bow.

As the door opens I'm faced with a small capitol child, no older than 10.

She stands there with her frilly pink gown and golden curls looking up at me. I immediately lower my bow and the expression on her face says she recognises me. I'm about to tell her to be quiet and not let anyone know I'm here when she puts one finger over her mouth in a signal for me to be quiet.

"Shh, or people will find out you're here" She says. I'm very confused and I really have no clue what's going on. Peeta climbs out of the hole in the floor to assess the situation. When she sees him her face lights up. "Oh you're here too!" Peeta and I exchange clueless glances at one another. She notices our confusion and assures us that it's okay and that she won't tell anyone. Then she runs out the room promising to be back.

I help Peeta out of the opening. The girl comes back with a gold locket and hands it to me. I take it and open it. There's a photo inside of the girl and a woman.

"It's my father's" She explains. "Rub your thumb over it."

I do so and a golden mockingjay appears, only to disappear seconds later. It's just like the one Plutarch had on his watch. The symbol of the rebellion.

"Is your father a rebel?" I ask the girl. She nods. "Where is he?" She looks down at her feet and I see tears forming in her eyes. Peeta kneels down beside her and tells her everything is alright.

"They took him" she explains, "And my mother." I can only assume that she is talking about the capitol. If they knew these people were rebels they would surely be dead by now. Or worse, being tortured for information. The girl clears her throat. "I'm Trisha. You'll be safe here."

I'm not sure whether it was the exhaustion from todays events, the urgency to find somewhere safe to start healing the boys or the fact that Trisha reminded me of Prim when she was that age, but I decided staying here was a good idea.