As we are driving back to our house, I knew that I had to wait a little longer before asking him about joining my plan. One of my dad's most favorite phrases was "don't try and ask Haymitch for any sort of favors when he is drunk". I used to not understand what the hell he was talking about with that. But after what I just saw, I finally am understanding of the once irrelevant quote.

As I am pulling into the driveway, I whisper to the sleeping Haymitch, "We are home".

Even with my whisper, he jumps awake as if I screamed in his ear.

"Dammit. I gotta lay off the sauce. Thanks for driving me back sweetheart."

I smile at his genuine gratitude before I say, "No problem Dad. That is what family is for."

He returns a sincere grin before he responds, "Indeed. What is sad is that the only thing that I think that can really stop my drinking habit is some sort of closure. But I doubt that will happen anytime soon, since that asshole Snow is still owning our souls."

My eyes are widening in surprise with how Haymitch provided such an easy window for my proposition. This might help heal my family in more ways than one. It seems like the more people I talk to about this, the more I realize how much bigger this plan can be than just simply me and my revenge.

Haymitch is looking at me, as if he is trying to solve a big puzzle.

"Why do I have a sneaking suspicion that you might have some sort of answer to my prayers?"

I gulp loudly right before I say, "Well, you could say that. I may have some sort of payback for what that son of bitch has done to us. I was hoping that you could help us."

Haymitch's smile returns as he responds, "That would do wonders for the both of us that therapy and alcohol could never accomplish. And I am curious as to how you want to make the monster suffer. But, I need to be reassured two things from you. First, as contradicting as this may sound, I need you to promise me that you will not blindly go about this without logic. You cannot completely just use revenge as the only motor in this vehicle. You need to keep a level head. We need him to lose his, which means that we need to keep ours."

He pauses in order to be sure that I am listening to him. I begin to nod at him to continue.

"Secondly, I need to know that you know when to walk away. Who knows, your plan might work. I don't know, especially since we haven't gone over the details yet. Even if the plan does work, you cannot kick the man while he is down. Something like this can change someone for the worse. I need to know that you will not become the very man we are going after. I know it seems ridiculous right now, but you will see what I mean if everything goes to plan. Can you promise me both of these things? Do you swear on your father's grave?"

I knew that Haymitch was going to be serious about something like this beforehand, but I really had no idea that he was going to be this serious. With the mention of my father, I know without a doubt that he is doing this to right the wrong against my father and that he expects me to do the same.

I start nodding my head as I say, "You have my word Dad. You have no idea how grateful I am that you are on board with this."

Haymitch nods in return as he responds, "Not as grateful as I am that you are giving me this opportunity. Since you agreed to my conditions, you have yourself a deal. Let's gut this son of a bitch."

My part in the foundation is now complete. Now to check on Gale and Rue's progress.