I have nightmares of mutts tearing at my fellow tributes flesh and mine. I wake up, thankfully I don't scream. I grab some jean shorts and a tank.

Then, I walk to the dinning room. I see Dune and don't meet his eyes; I grab a lot of food, like bacon, sausages, eggs, fruits, and pancakes. I need to put on some weight even though I from a Career district I still on the leaner side because my family doesn't have much to eat.

Not like Twelve, but enough that my stomach has never been completely full daily. I see our two mentors I have Mags and Dune has a man by the name Zale who won several years ago by using camouflage and ensnaring unsuspecting tributes who had no idea what was coming.

Mags is in her 70's and Zale is around my age he won the Hunger Games when he was 16. Four years ago. I might have to take that into consideration in case Dune uses that skill from Zale.

When I look at Dune I notice how handsome he is. I guess I stared at him to long because he looks at me strangely. No the Hunger Games is no place to fall in love. He will get under your skin and then at your weakest moment kill you. For some reason I hope this isn't the case with Dune.

I now immediately start shoving the food in my mouth so my burning cheeks aren't as noticeable with no avail my efforts are futile. So Mags asks, "Are you going to be coached separately?" Dune and I immediately answer, "Yes!" "Okay." Mags murmurs.

The mentors look a little disappointed. I don't really care I need to get home no matter the cost and I can't afford to be sidetracked by a fellow tribute.

With that I ask to be excused and find myself wandering around the train and finally find a closed door and open it up. I look in surprise; I see a dusty room with a sheet covering something I pull it off revealing a beautiful antique piano.

I smile filled with elation when the happy memories flood in. Like morphlying it gives me as buzz and feels like I'm sipping ice-cold water on a hot day.

I remember a time when we didn't have to scrape by as bad and we owned a gorgeous piano. I sit on the bench and pull up the wood thingie dust flies up into my eyes and mouth. I start play Sonata Theme By Mozart. It sounds beautiful and I start to play Spring by Vivaldi.

I wonder how people were before the Dark Days. They didn't have to fight for their lives. I hear someone open the door. I turn around my face burning bright red hoping it isn't Twinkle so she can lecture me about my "Manners" instead its Dune. He says, "That was great where did you learn to play like that?"

I say "Well, when we had a little more money, we had a piano, but we eventually had to sell it." I say with despair. "Well," he pauses "I was wondering if you could teach me?"

This comes out in a jumble. I cautiously answer, "Yes." So I slowly play Ode to Joy. How ironic, because this trip is certainly not joyful. He plays it with the slightest mistake.

"Oh my gosh Dune you have such a natural talent for the piano!" I exclaim. Dune says "We better get back, because they are probably wondering where we are." Then we walk side by side to the dinning cart.