"Hey, Catnip!" Gale calls.

"Gale? Is that you?"

It takes my eyes a little bit to adjust to the light.

"Who else would it be?"

"Oh." I smile at him when my eyes finally adjust.

I get up and hug him.

"What happened? Why am I here?"

The others made an escape plan," he answers.

He leads me up to the room where Haymitch is.

I'm surprised to not see him drunk or drinking for once.

"Hey, sweethart."

I look at him. "Where's Peeta?"

"Who? Oh, um him? He's still in the arena fighting to the death."

His words made me furious! "Haymitch! He will never survive!"

I look up at the screen that he was watching. He must have thought I died because he was still sulking there. He is probably going to go mad. I was his whole life. I was the only thing he was living for. He will probably just die on purpose now.

"It will be alright," Haymitch splurts out of his big mouth. All I can think about right now is how mad I am at him.

"No it's not! He thinks I'm dead! How is he ever going to come back knowing that I am dead?!"

I feel Gale's hand rubbing my back.

I turn around and hug him. "At least I still have you!"

But then he says to me something I would have never imagined. "Katniss, there is no more disteict twelve."