Dr. Aurelius gasped as he pulled back the curtain. Memories flashed through his head: delivering a healthy squirming squawking baby girl with large dark curious eyes, passing her to the couple who held and kissed her before wishing her a good life in District Thirteen, smiling at the Sultry family as they settled her into her crib after they signed her adoption certificate, watching the little wide-eyed girl grow through the pictures he hand-delivered to District Three, doing her evaluation at age ten that placed her in the Gifted and Talented classes at school, doing her mental health screening when she enlisted at age thirteen, and most recently watching her laugh in his office confessing her feelings about her mission partner. "Anastasia Sultry?" he asked.

"Hi, Dr. Aurelius." She said smiling. "I just got out of surgery. I'm a bit tired." She admitted. She was in a cervical collar and had bandages on her face and a cast on her left arm. A pad of bandages also covered her left side of her abdomen.

"That's quite understandable." Dr. Aurelius said smiling taking her hands in his. "I just wanted to thank you for protecting our district – our craft." He paused thinking how best to phrase his next thought. "I – I have a patient who is also a dear friend of mine that was on that craft." Anastasia nodded. "He owes his life to you as do the other Victor-Rebels. As do I."

"Thank you, sir." Anastasia whispered. Dr. Aurelius smiled as she blinked to keep her eyes open.

" Do you need anything for pain?" He asked. Anastasia shook her head. "Well then, I prescribe a healthy dose of sleep for you." He said smiling. "Your parents and sister know what you did. They're very proud of you." He made sure the covers were tucked around her and she was situated before he turned the lights down in her cubicle and exited quietly.

"Stacia!" A voice squealed as feet pattered across the titled floor a week later.

"Don't jump on her, honey." A voice said gently.

"I know, daddy!" Anastasia opened her eyes to see her little sister crawling up onto the bed. "And I'm not on her bad side, see?"

"Are you on any of her medicine tubes?"

"No."

"Heart wires?"

"No." Anastasia smiled as her little sister snuggled against her. Their father put the bedrail back up.

"Stacia, are you comfortable?" Mr. Sultry asked.

"Yes, dad." She said smiling.

"I have a teacher's meeting, but I'll get Angie-pangie before we go to dinner."

"Ok." Anastasia said. After a week in the hospital, she was glad for the company who was presently playing with the collar of her hospital gown. John had come in the evenings after his military duties, but he could only stop by for several minutes to a half an hour at the most as he had evening duties as well. "Hey, Angie." Anastasia said smiling at her sister who curled up next to her.

"I miss you a lot." Angie said pouting. "I don't have anyone to talk to during dinner."

"I heard John talks to you." Anastasia said smiling.

"It's not like talking to you." She paused. "I braided my hair today." Anastasia stroked the light brown braid that was a bit lopsided. "All by myself."

"Very nice." Angie snuggled against Anastasia. "How was school?"

"We learned – the grammar song." Anastasia started singing it and Angie joined in. "You still know it!"

"Sure, that's how you remember." She started singing a song listing off the presidents of District Thirteen.

Beetee was learning how to work his motorized wheelchair. "Straight line - straight line –" He muttered to himself. He paused to adjust his glasses when he heard it. The sound of a painfully familiar voice singing made his heart nearly stop.

"Do you know the district song?" Anastasia asked.

"No." Angie said. "I want to hear the mole song though. I'm done with school for today."

"You know it, Angie-Pangie." Angie pouted before wrapping her arms around Anastasia's arm. "Ok, silly girl," Anastasia took a deep breath and began singing.

Beetee listened to another song about a mole being safe underground. It was an unmistakable District Thirteen lullaby. He wheeled himself to the cubicle and cautiously pulled back the curtains a bit before gasping and putting his hands over his mouth. Tears began pouring from his eyes. Through the waterfall of his tears, he looked into a pair of eyes that he had looked into for the past twenty years. "Are you – do you need help?" The girl asked. She was obviously a patient as she had a bandage on her left hand, fresh scars on her face, and an IV in the other arm. He wondered if she was holding her little sister who had come to visit as she was wearing what looked like a school uniform.

"You can call the nurse, Stacia." The little girl suggested.

"Hand me the call-light. I'll press it, Angie." The older girl said. She called for a nurse. "I – um – what's your name?" She asked once she was assured that someone was coming.

"Beetee. Beetee Tesla." Beetee choked out. His tears were subsiding.

"I'm Anastasia Sultry." Anastasia replied. "This is my sister Angie."

"You're where my sister's from, huh!" Angie asked. "You look like her. And she looks like people from District Three. Are you from District Three?" Beetee nodded. Angie grinned. "I heard that a lot of them are really smart. Stacia's really really smart."

"Hey, no bragging, Angie-pange." Anastasia said ruffling her sister's hair.

"Noooo! I braided it! And I was bragging about you not me, silly!" A nurse came into their cubicle.

"Mr. Tesla, did you need anything?" She asked.

"I just heard – " He paused. "This young lady's voice sounds – just like – my wife's. That's why I ah – paid her a visit."

"Did your wife come with you to the district? I could call your compartment if you need her or find her room if she's here in the hospital." The nurse suggested. Beetee shook his head sadly.

"She passed away about two weeks ago." He bit his lip. "It was nice meeting you girls." he said to the Sultry girls before heading back to his own bed with the nurse following him. "Ah – would Dr. Aurelius be available?" A few tears trickled down from his eyes.

"I can check his schedule. Is it urgent?"

"I'd just like to talk to him today." The nurse nodded. She helped him back into bed.

"You're driving around pretty well." She commented. He chuckled. "You met the Sultry girls?" he nodded. "Anastasia's a sweetie. She helps her mom in the nutrition department when she's not doing her military duties. And her little sister is as cute as a button!" He smiled before drifting off to sleep and dreaming about Wiress singing over him.