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I continue in the trees for ages. I know the Career pack is probably back at the lake, fighting the tracker jacker venom, but I still don't want to take any risks. As I leap from branch to branch, I am reminded of home, of my orchards. I'm always up the highest in the tree. Even though I do get tired and hungry, I love being up in the trees with the wind blowing through the leaves. My mind wanders back to my siblings at home. Three sisters, two brothers. Azalea, Lassiandra, Hawthorne, Herad, Lilli. Eleven, nine, eight, six, three. All younger than me. In particular I think about Azalea, my eleven year old sister. I bet she's taken over my job in the orchards. I think, if I die, I want her to keep doing my job. Especially signaling quitting time with the mockingjays. I've noticed mockingjays around here, as well. I think of Lavender, the smallest one who only ever builds her nests out of lavender. Kingfisher, Foxy. And all of the others.

It's around noon when I finally decide to get out of the trees. I need to find more water anyway, and that'll be easier on the ground. At this point I'm not too worried about the Careers. They probably took to the lake, but if they got stung, which I'm almost certain they did, they'll still be locked in a world full of hallucinations and nightmares. I don't envy them right now, the effects can last for days. I remember when this boy, Martin, went up to a nest and hit it to see what it would sound like. His body was covered with huge stings. The tracker jacker leaves saved him from dying, but they couldn't do anything about the visions. He was groaning and screaming and crying out for three days before he finally lay still. The nests are like the Hunger Games; they punish us for something our great grandparents did.

Eventually I find a small pool. I fill my skin and I wash. It's only been a few days in the arena, but already I'm filthy. I have leaves, sticks and spiderwebs in my hair from my commute in the trees, and my burnt skin is starting to peel off, along with at least an inch of my hair, falling off from being blackened and burnt. After I wash, I sort out my supplies. I realise that food is my next priority; my berries, roots and nuts are getting dangerously non-existent and there's no way I can hunt meat.

I spend most of the day gathering food. At the end of it all I again have what I hope is enough to last me at least two days. There's not much else to do now, so I take a lot more care than was really necessary selecting a tree to nest in that night. I select an oak with a thick trunk and branches and lots of leaf cover, and climb at least twenty five metres high. I'm just reaching a good fork when the seal of the Capitol appears. The anthem plays and the images of Glimmer and the girl from 4 are shown before the sky goes dark again. After I get reasonably comfy, I run through who is left. Glimmer is dead, so the boy from 1. Both from 2. Boy from 3. The girl from 4 died this morning. Girl from 5. Boy from 10. Thresh and me. Peeta and Katniss. Fourteen dead. Ten left.

I don't realise I fall asleep until I wake up. When I do, the sun is already well into the sky. I'm vaguely surprised at this because at home, I wake up at the crack of dawn. So the only way the Capitol's changed me so far is to make me sleep better. For some reason this is extremely funny, and I laugh out loud before I clap my hand over my mouth. Another tribute could be right under this tree! However, I check and nobody's there. This is cruel, not only when every minute you are in danger of being killed by someone within six years of your own age, but also when you can't even laugh without worrying about dying.

As I pack up I wonder what to do. I know I should just lay low and do nothing, but I had a good nights sleep and I'm full of energy. I decide to spy on the Careers camp again. I want to see how badly they got stung, and also, whether or not Peeta's with them.

It takes me a while to find my way out of the woods, but when I do I emerge about three hundred metres away from the Career's camp. I run to a tree with a branch overhanging the Career's tents and climb it. Peering down I see that all of the Careers have been stung at least once, including the boy from 3. I suppose he got stung when the Careers drew the wasps back to the lake. All of them are apparently asleep, but are trapped in a world of nightmares. Occasionally one of them screams or moans. But the one tribute I'm looking for, namely Peeta, isn't with them. I try to lower myself down, but Cato screams out and opens his eyes. He sits up abruptly, and I know if I do anything he will see me. I stay absolutely still, and am preparing to run when he falls back down, and when I look, his eyes are closed. That scared me, though, so I get back up to my branch and jump from tree to tree, as fast as I can.

That night I hardly sleep. I can't get comfortable, I can't seem to close my eyes. I only get to sleep just before the sun comes up, and I wake only about two hours later. I clamber down from my tree and, just because I need something to do, I spend an hour looking for water. In the end, however, I don't find water. I get preoccupied with something else.

I'm passing a clump of bushes when I spot a bush that's been trampled over. I know immediately that one of the other tributes passed through here. It couldn't have been any of the Careers, they're all back at the lake, so who else is there? The boy from 3 is with the Careers as well. The girl from 5 is too smart to be leaving huge trails like this. It could be the boy from 10 with the bad leg, but even with his disability, he wouldn't move this heavily. I saw Thresh heading for the grain fields, so not him. It could have been Peeta or Katniss, but they are also much too smart. I puzzle over this for a while, when I realise that this bush was crushed by someone who wasn't in full control of him or herself. Someone who had been stung by tracker jackers.

I know right then that either Peeta or Katniss is somewhere beyond those broken bushes. The Careers are all back at the lake and unless the other tributes were very close to that nest, they weren't stung. Judging from the size of the hole, I would say Katniss. Peeta is much bigger and stockier than her, and although it's partly crushed, it's not as if someone very heavy crashed through it. I know I should head the other way but, as is usual with me, curiosity wins out and I follow the trails.

It's not very hard to follow, to be honest. The path of destruction makes it clear that whoever made it was stung, probably not just once but several times. The plants seem to be getting greener as I go; not by much, but just enough to be noticeable. I know I'm getting closer to water. I'm almost getting bored when I spot what I was looking for. Curled up on her side, eyes open and still, not screaming or even moving, the venom out of her system. The girl on fire. Katniss.