"Ladies first!" chirped Honey, stepping forward. She reached into the glass bowl that sat on a pedestal to her left and pulled out a tightly folded slip of paper. She paused for a moment, perhaps trying to be dramatic, then put her other hand into the bowl and chose a second slip.

It took a few seconds for the escort to unfold both papers. When she finally managed it, the woman smiled at the crowd and announced "Catelyn Jones and Maysilee Donner."

Haymitch let out a relieved sigh. Millie was safe for another year. He saw Maysilee's sister burst into tears as Honey helped the girls onto the stage and felt a bit sorry for her, but not much. He would much rather see the twins separated than have his girlfriend go to her death.

"Now the boys!" Honey's voice was still cheerful, but her smile had grown broader and more forced.

Crossing his fingers as the escort drew names, Haymitch repeated two words over and over in his head.

Not Lucas. Not Lucas. Not Lucas not Lucas not-

"William Fitzgerald."

A murmur of pity rippled through the crowd; little Will was only twelve years old. The poor kid didn't stand a chance.

"And Haymitch Abernathy."