"So how do we find shelter?" Cole asks over dinner. We're sitting at the table in the dining car, Effie and Haymitch on one side, Cole and I on the other. The starter was a bright pink soup with swirls of white that tasted like nothing I have ever eaten before, and I ate it hungrily, but trying to keep my manners, so as not to offend Effie. The main course came soon after, and was a palte of lamb ribs with the potatoes, peas, carrots, and a variety of other vegetables I had never seen before.

Haymitch shoved a baby carrot in his mouth, chewed it, and said, "It depends on the conditions. If it's snow, find the direction of the snow and keep your back to it, find something like that, that'll keep it away from you. If it's sun, well, go for the obvious, look for shade." He shrugged.

I nodded, and carried on eating. Haymitch and Cole talked for ages, while I sat and ate. I knew it was pointless me learnig anything anyways, when I would probably die in the bloodbath. But I wanted Cole to get home, so I sat in silence and allowed him to fire questions at Haymitch relentlessly.

"Dahlia, dear, you're rather quiet." Effie trills during the dessert, a bright green, almost illuminous green, with miniature fruits dotted about inside of it.

"I have no questions." I say quietly, with a weak smile.

Effie frowns. "None at all?"

I shake my head, and look down at the dessert. Haymitch seems to understand what I'm thinking, as he says, "You are not going to die. Don't set yourself up for death yet. You have a chance." He says.

I nod, but still I say nothing. As we finish dinner, I deicde to go to bed early. It's only 6pm, but I'm tired, properly tired, and I fall onto my bed and into a deep sleep, only to be woken by nightmares.