10.

There are scabs everywhere. I try not to think about it but the sun's been up for several hours and the combination of heat and itchiness is incredibly aggravating.

"Hey Haymitch, if you're not too drunk we could use something for our skin," Katniss shouts to the sky. Funny how in less than a minute there's a little silver pot in a silver parachute. "About time," she says, but I can hear the smile in her voice. She starts applying it on herself but the noises that are coming out of her mouth are a little...distracting.

"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep," I mumble.

"Well, if you're so bright and cheery, why don't you try some?" she asks. I prop myself up and stare at her. The ointment is an awful green color and she looks so hideous I can't help but laugh as I reach for it. I quickly find those same moans are coming out of my mouth before I can stop them. The itchiness and irritation literally vanish as I rub the stuff over me. But as I look at Katniss again, I realize that I must look just as awful.

She smirks. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?"

I shrug. "It must be. How have you managed it all these years?" That's kind of a joke because the non-green Katniss is actually pretty.

"Just avoid mirrors. You'll get used to it," she tells me, her green skin cracking a little. "I'm going to wake up Peeta," she adds.

"No, wait, let's do it together," I suggest. There's so little opportunity for fun left in my life even if I make it out that I might as well seize the moment. She agrees and we both place out heads in front of Peeta, who's still snoring.

"Peeta, get up!" she sings, tapping him a little.

"AHH!" he gasps, jerking away. Katniss and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. As I glance over at her looking genuinely happy, I decide that Katniss Everdeen is all right. At least not as scripted and fake as I originally thought.

Peeta and Mags appear to be almost completely unaffected by the fog, as they only have a few scabs. Lucky them.

I get some shellfish and as I start shelling them, another parachute floats down. It's a loaf of bread. I turn it over in my hands, its green tint showing it's from District 4. Fourth day, first hour. I frown. Two days from now is a long time, given the fact that half of the victors are already dead. But I don't tell anyone my thoughts. Instead, I just place it next to everyone. "This will go well with the shellfish," I tell them.

As we're eating I see something red. Actually, three things red. Three people. One is walking around in circles, and one is dragging another. I look closer. The one going in circles is Wiress, the one being dragged is Beetee, and the one dragging him is walking with angry stomps that can only be Johanna's.

"Johanna!" I call out. She quickens her pace as she gets closer.

"Finnick!" She pulls Beetee closer and grabs Wiress, too.

"What happened?" Katniss asks.

"He got a knife in the back at the Cornucopia," Johanna tells us, nodding at Beetee.

"Tick, tock," Wiress whispers.

"Yeah, tick, tock. Nuts is in shock."

"What's with the red?" I ask her.

"Well, we got out of the Cornucopia. And then we were walking and blood started falling from the sky. Thick, hot blood. You couldn't speak without getting a mouthful. And you couldn't see either. That's when Blight hit the force field."

"I'm sorry," I say.

"Tick, tock..." Wiress repeats. "Tick—" Johanna shoves her on the ground.

"Lay off!" Katniss shouts. Johanna's eyes narrow. Uh oh.

"Lay off?" she hisses, stepping toward Katniss. "Who do you think got them for you? Who do you—" I grab her before she can do any more further damage and plunge her in the water. Somewhere between the splashing and the swearing I think I hear 'rip your throat out'. I don't know whether that's directed at Katniss or me. I do know that she risked a lot to get Beetee and Wiress out of the bloodbath and we really do owe her for that.

Johanna goes off a few hundred feet away to sulk. Katniss turns to me.

"What did she mean, that she got them out for me?"

To save your life. "Because Haymitch said if you two were to be allies, you wanted District 3 too."

"Oh."

Katniss cleans up Beetee and Wiress. I can't help but notice the cylinder of wire that Beetee has had a death grip since he's been here.

"I'm going to take a nap," Mags says. I notice this is the first thing she's said the whole day. Since we can't move while she's sleeping, I decide to take one too.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

I'm almost asleep.

"Tick, tock."

Bong! Bong! Bong! Twelve again. What does it mean?