Again, I find myself with nothing to wear. Is it too much to ask for an outfit that I think Peeta will like? I want to please Peeta in every way possible. Including (dammit) my appearance.

Precisely 30 minutes later, Peeta knocks on my door. Unable to find anything else, I am in one of my nicer hunting outfits. Feeling quite ashamed of myself, I keep my head down as I answer the door. Peeta stands there, beautiful as ever. I can't help but look at him. He laughs when he notices my blush. I give him my deluxe death stare, but that just makes him laugh harder.

"So where are you taking me?" I ask, trying to get him to stop laughing. Peeta does stop, but I can still see that he's trying hard not to smile.

"Katniss, if I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise!" he says with mock enthusiasm. I groan.

"Peeta Mellark, you know better than anyone that I absolutely, under every circumstance, hate surprises. Why would you torture me?" I ask, laughing lightly at the end of my sentence.

Peeta just grins and takes my hand in his. I love the feeling of his hand around mine, so big and warm and strong.

He leads me out of Victor's Village, and I see that District 12 has changed in my mental absence. There are a few shops up and running, and all the ashes have been swept away, houses built in their place. In front of one stands a young woman. I gasp. I know her.

She can't be here. She's dead. And when I knew her, she was much shorter. But no one else has that same shade of hair, that brilliant red. No one but Foxface.

Peeta recognizes her too, and stops abruptly. His hand tightens around mine, and his face goes white as he closes his eyes. For a minute, I am scared that he is having another episode, but he quickly shakes his head and opens his eyes. Some of the color in his face comes back, but he doesn't release his firm grip on my hand.

Foxface turns toward us, and I see that I am mistaken about her identity. This woman doesn't have the fox-like face that caused me to give Foxface her nickname. I let out a sigh of relief. However, there are certain similarities that I can only think of belonging to Foxface. But they are marred by the look of grief that is on the woman's face.

The woman sees me and Peeta, and her expression changes from a mourning one to a look of recognition. Of course she knows who we are. Every single person in Panem knows who Peeta and I are. She starts to walk towards us.

"Do you want to move away," Peeta's voice whispers in my ear. I shake my head.

"Katniss Everdeen? Peeta Mellark?" a voice to my left asks. I look, and there stands the unknown woman. Peeta nods his head, answering a question that I have already forgotten. The woman squeals in delight.

"Thank you so much! I can't tell you how happy I am that the Capitol is overthrown. I hate them. They killed my little sister," she says.

My head snaps up. "How did they kill your sister? Did your parents do something to offend Snow?" I ask. The woman shakes her head.

"Actually, you knew my sister. She was in the 74th Hunger Games after all."

"You're Foxface's sister," I say. No wonder she looks so familiar. Foxface's sister laughs.

"I forgot that you called her that. I remember being so surprised when you said that in the arena, because that's what I always called her. Actually, her real name was Catriona. I'm Tereska, Tereska Serkope," Tereska says.

I look over and see Peeta hang his head. It's his fault that Foxface, Catriona, or whatever, is dead.

"She doesn't blame you," I whisper in his ear. "If she blamed you, she would have said something."

Peeta looks at me with doubt. "She thanked you didn't she?" I ask him. Peeta unexpectedly grins.

"This is what I've been missing. Somehow you manage to bring me out of my bad moods," he says. I feel a rush of pleasure at his words. I almost move in to kiss him, but I stop myself. We are not that far in this relationship yet. For once, I'm going to play by the rules.

I hear a cough behind me. I have almost forgotten Tereska standing there. Peeta and I quickly turn around to face her.

"So, are you two officially together? I couldn't really tell if you were just playing for the cameras or really in love…" she says, before her voice trails off. Reluctantly, I tell her the story. Peeta helps me with the parts I have trouble remembering. Tereska grins when our story is done.

"Ohh, I really hope you two get together. You just seem so perfect for each other in every way possible," she says with delight.

Suddenly, a man calls her over to the house she was looking at. She sighs.

"I have to go now if I want to live here. But I hope I see you again soon!" And with that she leaves.

I stare at her as she goes. She seems so different than my impression of Foxface/Catriona. I shake my head a little. I don't even try to sort out my thoughts. Instead, I start humming The Hanging Tree. The song has become my own personal comfort.

"How about we go on that date now," Peeta says in a low voice that's close to my ear. I smile briefly at him, and he leads me farther into the new District 12.