A.N: So sorry I haven't updated in so long a time. I feel really bad about it =( I will try to update more often though. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed this fanfic, it really warms my heart. =) Now, enough of my chit chat, here's what you've all come for:

Katniss was quiet the rest of the day. It wasn't long until we had to head down to the train station to catch out train bound for the Capitol. I felt uneasy about the trip, uncertain on how my mind would react to the memories that a Capitol train would resurrect. With Katniss acting as she had during the Hunger Games, I wasn't sure how long I could keep the flashes away.
I sat down next to her and could feel the memory coming back to me of when we sat just like this when we first boarded the train several years ago. I griped the arm rests tightly, trying to force it away. It wormed it's way into my mind. I jumped up quickly, running to the bathroom, avoiding another accident with Katniss. I slammed the door shut and fell to the ground gasping.

"At least you to have decent manners. The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages. It completely upset my digestion." Effie told us. I held back a groan of annoyance. Katniss immediately took to eating with her hands and wiping her hands on the table cloth. She gave me a seductive and scary smile and the food all over her face turned into blood.
"Mr. Mellark?" Someone knocks on the door to the bathroom. I am shaken from the awful memory to reality. I open the door to the bathroom and Saw a woman and her son who was the same age I was when I was entered into my first Hunger Games. "Yes?" I asked. "My son would love your autograph." She said in a Capitol accent that sickened me. I nodded, unsure on how else to respond. The boy gave me a slip of paper which I saw was a photo of me. I was in the 74th Hunger Games, fighting off Cato to protect Katniss. I bit my lip as I signed it, disgusted by this woman and her son. I left and went to sit next to Katniss. She glanced up at me and allowed a hint of emotion on her face; compassion. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Yeah, just- lot of memories here. That's all." I told her, taking one of her hands in mine. She had a faint smile on her lips as she looked out the window. "I never really took time all the other times to look out here, to appreciate the beauty the speed of this train provides." She said. I smiled and nodded. She was right; the colors were blurred and looked crazy but beautiful all at once. It gave me an idea. I quickly grabbed my sketch pad and pencils and began to sketch out Katniss looking out the window at the passing world. She was to enthralled in her thoughts to even notice, that or she didn't mind.

That night we reached the Capitol. The steward was able to get us a wheelchair for Katniss. Even though she seemed to be walking fine, I knew she was in a lot of pain; that girl is a phenomenal actress. I wheeled her to the hotel we were supposed to stay in. I was in no mood to ride in a crazy car and no one was on the streets so it worked to my benefit. Katniss fell asleep shortly after being settled into the wheelchair. She was snoring softly, which I always found cute. I wonder if our daughter will snore like that…
With that happy thought in my head, I was able to get us checked into the hotel and Katniss in bed without any shiny visions. Things are looking up.