Katniss and Peeta lay at the back of their cave, resting on various supplies, listening to the water drip down from the ceiling. Peeta's wound had almost completely sealed itself thanks to the medicine Katniss had obtained against his wishes from the feast.

Katniss jerked up off of him with a gasp, her hands going to her hair.

Peeta started to his feet, looking toward the cave mouth. "What?"

"I just thought of what would've been the best plan ever!" she buried her face in her hands, and groaned.

"What? What is it?"

"I can't believe I didn't think of it!"

"Why?"

"I can't believe no one else thought of it!" Katniss gripped her head again.

Peeta put his hands on her shoulders. "Katniss, what is it?"

She untied her boot, pulled it off of her foot, and tossed it across the cave.

Peeta stared at where the shoe had landed.

Katniss fell back onto the rolled up tarp she was using as a pillow and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. "When we were all on the podiums, right at the beginning, I could've taken off my shoe and thrown it at the ground near someone else's podium, setting off the landmines and blowing them up before the games even started."

Peeta's mouth fell open.

XxX

The star-crossed lovers ventured out into the nearby woods in search of food. Katniss carefully peering around, looking down her bow, Peeta crunching along next to her.

"You're scaring all the game away," she said, "You need to walk more like this."

Peeta looked down at her feet. "Oh my gosh, how are you doing that?"

Katniss's feet were hovering about an inch off the ground.

"It's easy, watch," Katniss carefully raised up her hands, fingers twitching. She floated up a little bit more.

Peeta attempted to mimic her technique, but remained where he was in the grip of earth's gravity.

"Probably all the bread in your system weighing you down. We should split up then. Go find some berries or something," Katniss glided off.

Several Minutes Later

BOOM. The cannon of death sent birds flying out of the trees.

"Peeta we should never have split up how could you do this to me that's how Rue died!" Katniss ran down Peeta's tracks. Almost knocking him over, she slapped some berries out of his hand.

"Those are Suicide Berries! Have you eaten any?"

Peeta shook his head and looked at her, attempting to understand her panic. "No. Jeez Katniss we can't all be Bear Grylls."

"Who was that cannon for then?"

Peeta shrugged. "Hopefully Cato."

"In your dreams, Doughboy," came a familiar voice from the bushes.

The star-crossed lovers made their way cautiously toward the source of the noise. The limp, pale body of Foxface was curled up like a dead animal. More specifically, a fox, because her sharp looking face and cunning, traits generally associated with foxes, gave her that sort of appearance. Attached to her by two black straps was Backpacky.

"If only she had known more about poisonous berries," he said.

Katniss squatted down next to the square, orange bag. "Foxface was smarter than that. You told her to eat those, didn't you?"

"Why would I help you? Also," said the pack, "She had a name."

Katniss saw what she thought may have been anguish, or at least just a hint of sadness flash across his face.

"It was Foxy Foxington."

Katniss choked on her laughter, then coughed to regain her composure. "Did you tell her to eat those berries, or not?"

Backpacky looked away. "I wouldn't help you."

Katniss gave him an exaggerated wink. Peeta looked down at the two of them and the dead body, unsure of what to make of it.

"So with her gone, it's just us, Cato, and Thresh," Katniss said as she pulled Backpacky off of the deceased tribute and swung him onto her own shoulders.

"I'm betting on Cato," said Backpacky.

Katniss winked at Peeta, then looked over her shoulder. "Of course you are, Backpacky."

Peeta looked on blankly.