"Haymitch! How the hell could you vote for that?"

Plutarch was livid; Coin had just told him about the new plan for a Games featuring Capitol children, and he just knew that Haymitch had been one of the people who voted for it.

"I voted with Katniss; now, really, we have to get to the execution." Haymitch was cold and indifferent, and Plutarch couldn't stand it.

"I hope you know that you'll be the one telling Effie; you know Coin will make her play escort again for the Reaping that goes with the Games."

This seemed to have struck a nerve with Haymitch.

"Haymitch, do you know what will happen when she finds out?"

And he did have a feeling; only this time, there would be no "attempt" at all- Effie would just find a way to get it over with right then.

"We have to get through this first," Haymitch said, sounding less cold and more sad.

When Haymitch saw Katniss shoot Coin, he heard only one scream, and it came from within the mansion. He ran inside and saw Effie sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, breathing heavily with eyes wide open in shock.

"Effie!" he yelled, running to her, "Effie, are you okay?"

"I… I can't believe…"

Haymitch made sure that Effie fell into his arms when she fainted.

"Effie, are you alright?"

Effie was sitting in the one chair in the room cross-legged with a cup of tea in her hands. It was warm, and the ginger in it burned her throat every time she took a sip.

"I'm fine, Plutarch, just fine," she answered dully. "I'm not going to try to kill myself again, if that's what you're wondering."

Plutarch hated that keen sense of hers. "Well Effie, I'm glad to hear that," he began, "You're apartment survived, so you can go back there after this is all over, if you want to."

"I have nowhere else to go," Effie said, taking a sip of tea afterward. It took her a long time to swallow it, Plutarch noticed.

"Effie, if there's anything I can ever do for you, here's my new number. Beetee and I are going to District 3 tomorrow, and all I ask is that you stay in touch." Plutarch handed her the slip of paper with his number written on it. Effie smiled and said,

"Thank you, Plutarch. You already have my number, so feel free to call me anytime. Don't be a stranger." Effie hugged him before he walked out.

'Don't be a stranger.' Plutarch liked that phrase.