The next day we are traveling and eating breakfast together they announce that there will be and hour delay for mechanical reasons. Almost suddenly Effie starts to complain and reorganize the schedule. Finally I can't stand it anymore "No one care's Effie!" I snap. Everybody at the table looks at me. I thought haymitch would be on my side, since Effie drives him nuts. So I am automatically put at my defense. "Well no one does!" I walk out of the room and open the door. It triggers some sort of alarm which I ignore. I expect to land in snow but I land in the warm spring air. I am already regretting my words to Effie. She tries to be organized so I should give her that. And hours delay. That should give me time to walk at least a twenty minutes. But after a while I sink to the ground. If I had a bow and arrows, would I just keep going? I think. After a while I her footsteps behind me. It will be haymitch coming to chew me out. "I'm not in the mood for a lecture." I tell the clump of weeds by my feet. "I'll try and keep it a brief." Peeta sits next to me and positions his fake leg. "I thought you were haymitch." I say "No he's still working on that muffin. Bad day huh?" I don't say anything "Look Katniss I've been wanting to talk to you about the way I acted on the train. I mean the last train. The one that took us home. I knew you had something with gale. I was jealous of him before I officially met you so it's wrong to hold you to anything that happened in the games. Im sorry." His apology takes me by surprise. Sure its true Peeta froze me out after I confessed my love for him was an act. "I'm sorry to." I say. I wonder what for. "There's nothing for you to be sorry about. You were just keeping us alive. Look I don't want it to go on like this. Ignoring each other in real life and then falling in the snow every time there's a camera around. So maybe if I stopped acting so, you know, wounded then we could take a shot at just being friends." All my friends are probably going to end up dead but refusing Peeta's offer is not going to keep him safe. "Okay." "So what's wrong?" I can't tell him. I pick at a clump of weeds. "Ok" he says "let's start with something more basic. Isn't strange I know you would risk your life to save mine, but I don't know what your favorite color is?" I smile a little. "Green what's yours?" I ask "Orange." He says. "Like Effie's hair?" "Umm I bit more muted. Like…..sunset." I can instantly see it. I can see why it's his favorite color. "You know everyone always raving about your paintings. I feel bad I haven't seen them yet." I say "Well I've got a whole train car full of them. Let's go." He takes my hand and I hold on tightly. It feels good to know Peeta will always be there for me even if we are just friends. This reminds me of gale. I quickly shake my head to clear the thought. "Oh wait I forgot." I say. "I have to apologize to Effie." I go apologize to Effie and surprisingly she accepts gradually. When I'm done Peeta offers me his hand again and we walk together to the next car and when he opens the door. I am astonished by what I see. I thought Peeta was going to paint the flower cookie my mother brought me during the talk with snow. But he has painted the games. Some you wouldn't get if you hadn't been in the arena yourself. Water dripping through the cave. A dry pond bed. And me. I am everywhere. High up in a tree. Emerging from a silver gray mist that matches my eyes. Lying unconscious in a pool of blood. And one I can't even place, maybe this is how I look when my fever was high. "What do you think?" peet asks. "I hate them." I say. I can almost smell the blood. "all I do is go around trying to forget the games and you've brought them back to do you remember these things so exactly?" "I see them every night." I know what he means. Nightmares. Nightmares are not new to me. The games haunt me now, and nightmares about my father being blown to bits in the mines are rare. "Me to. Does it help to paint them out?" I ask "Yah, a little bit. I'd rather wake up with a paint brush in my hand than a knife." "Do you want to see my talent!" I ask "Cinna did a great job on them." He laughs. "Maybe later." Come on were almost to district eleven lets go take a look. When I look out the door I can't believe my eyes. When rue said they had a tight grip on them, I didn't expect this.