A/N: I'm going to update a lot now! Foxface will somehow find her way back to District 5 (I haven't quite figured out how yet) which leaves Dylan a decision, cause we know that he wants to be with Danielle but also probably should stay in the capitol…we'll see what happens! To be honest, I don't know how it's going to end so any suggestions would be great. Thanks! ~Love Dolphin

I looked at Dylan in a different way now. He was not my survival partner anymore. Our lives weren't in immediate danger. So maybe, just maybe, we could have a life together.

My mind snapped out of that daydream that I had found myself in, and my logical senses took over. My parents think I'm dead, Dylan's parents don't know if he's alive, we live in completely different places ,and the capitol would probably kill me if they found out that I'm still alive (ironic, right?)

So we put our thoughts together. "I definitely think that I need some makeup to, you know, blend in a bit with the capitol citizens." I said.

"Yeah, but we don't have any money," Dylan pointed out. I sighed. We sat there, with our faces buried in our hands, thinking.

"I got it!" Dylan suddenly announced. I looked up. "So, I told you that my parents really wanted you to win. If I brought you to our house, they could give you enough money to buy a bunch of makeup, and get you on a train to District 5."

"Really!? That would be great! Thank you so much Dylan!" He smiled.

"So, my house is very close to here. I've come on that capitol tour many times, I've never particularly loved it though. But anyway, we just have to go down that street," (he pointed to a street) "and my house is at the end of it."

So we began to walk along a road with many brightly colored houses with brightly colored lawns and brightly colored mailboxes. With each step I got even more nervous, because there are so many things that could go wrong. Dylan's parents could not believe our story, they could call capitol officials, they could kill me there, or they could refuse to give us money. But Dylan seemed pretty sure that they would be agreeable to our plan, so I decided to just go with it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Dylan looked up and said, "here's my house." I gave him the most nervous glance that I could muster up, and he returned it with a reassuring smile. He rang the doorbell. My heart was pounding.

Someone opened the door. Her hair was bright pink, as were her eyelashes, eyebrows, and fingernails. Her eyes were blue, but you could hardly tell through all that makeup she was wearing. She wasn't particularly tall, and she was very skinny (which is surprising, considering how much food the capitol citizens eat).

As she saw us, her mouth dropped a foot. "Dylan!? Oh Dylan where have you been? Your father and I were so worried about you! And who's with you?"

Dylan opened his mouth, and said to me, "Let's go inside. I think we have a lot to tell my mom." So we walked inside to very, err, colorful home décor. It was like a castle compared to my dumpy house back in District 5.

We each took a seat on a couch. Dylan proceeded to enlighten his mom on getting lost, trying to steal my food, us becoming a team, the rope swing, hunting, and our escape. With every word his mom's eyes got wider.

Finally, Dylan finished talking and look to his mom. "That's…amazing," she started, "but you still haven't told me who she is and why she's with you."

"Oh yeah," Dylan said. "Believe it or not, this is Danielle. Remember, the girl from District 5 that you sponsored in the 74th games? She somehow actually survived even though everyone thought she was dead. She took out her tracker, coughed up the berries, slingshotted all the security cameras that she could find, and the claw forgot to grab her! And she lived in the arena for about a year before I got lost there after going on the tour."

"So you're telling me that she is Danielle?" Dylan and I nodded. "Oh my gosh! I don't believe it, I thought you died!"

I smiled. "Well, here I am. And thank you for all the sponsor money, it really helped a lot."

"This is, just, so much to take in right now. I'm still in shock. So, Danielle, do your parents know that you're alive?"

I shook my head. "Actually, that's what I came to you for." I went on to tell her the plan that Dylan and I had formed. She thought it was a brilliant idea.

"The only thing that I would change is that if you're going to leave for District 5 tomorrow, I can give you some makeup and clothes to wear on the train so that you blend in, instead of actually having to buy everything."

"That would be great, thanks so much! But right now, I have an odd request, which is that I want to see myself in a mirror, because I haven't seen what I look like in over a year."

"Oh, sure!" I'm sure that a capitol citizen would have no idea what it's like not knowing your appearance every single day. So she led me to a mirror, and I was shocked at what I saw.

My hair had turned from straight bright red to a tangled mess of a murky brown color. My clothes were all ragged, and my face was dirty, despite all washing of it that I had tried.

At Dylan's house, I was able to shower, untangle my hair, wash my body the best that I ever have, and get a good night's sleep. As I drifted off to sleep, I dreamt of finally seeing my parents again.