I'm standing in front of Plutarch Heavensbee, having asked my question and waiting for his response.

"Certainly! I would be happy to help your father find out what has happened since he came here." He says. I breathe a sigh of relief. I knew Plutarch would help.

"Thanks for the offer, but.. no. I was just wondering if you had the tapes of mine and Peeta's Games?" I ask.

"Of course. Give me just a moment..." Plutarch shuffles around and then disappears into another room. "I've got them." I hear Plutarch's distant voice say. When Plutarch comes back I grab the tapes out of his outstretched hands.

"Thanks." With that I leave the room and head back to the compartment where my dad is waiting, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Do you have the tapes?" he immediately asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "Can Peeta watch it with us? I mean, he was in the Games too..."

"No, Katniss. Just you and me, okay? I don't trust the Baker's son." he says.

"Fine," I grumble, starting up the television. Since this used to be my compartment, and I'm the Mockingjay, this room has luxuries that other citizens don't have. Dad and I sit on the couch and it starts.

First, there's the reaping. Glimmer and Marvel automatically volunteer as their district's tributes.

In District Two, the announcer pulls the boy's name first, and Cato volunteers. Clove is reaped, but her eyes are set and determined. Nobody volunteers because Clove is already a Career.

District Three is next. I see the scared face of the boy who was smart enough to figure out how to reactivate the mines, and I feel guilty. I just sat there and watched his death. Beetee, who was among the victors, has a pained expression when he walks up to the stage. I'll have to ask him about that later.

In District Four, nobody volunteers for the boy. The girl who, I remember, I killed with the Tracker Jackers, volunteers, although not as confidently as the Careers from One and Two did.

Foxface and her male district partner are reaped, and I watch as Foxface hides her emotions from the cameras. She just calmly walks up to the stage, and I see no traces of fear. She must have practiced for this day, and for the shock of being reaped.

District Six has no familiar faces. I can hardly remember their Tributes for the Games, so I feel less guilty while I watch them getting reaped.

District Seven, Johanna's District, is full of trees. Even in the square, you can see trees outlining it. Again, I don't really remember Seven's Tributes, so I don't feel all that bad.

District Eight was the first district to rebel, I remember. The girl who started the fire starts crying when she is picked, and I want to get up and run. The Games haven't even started yet.

Next is District Nine, and then there is District Ten. The boy with the crippled leg hobbles up to the stage with his cane, and I see not even a single ounce of sympathy in the Capitol escort's eyes. Just disappointment.

District Eleven is too hard for me to watch, so I just scoot closer to my dad on the couch and close my eyes, waiting until I hear Effie's voice.

I watch Prim as she gets reaped, and me volunteering for her. My dad turns to look at me.

"That was so brave Katniss, so brave, but so stupid." He says. I just say nothing.

Peeta is reaped, and instead of watching Peeta's alarmed face, I watch my dad's reaction. His facial expression does not change.

The reporters are shocked at the fact that I volunteered. Then it cuts to an interview with Caesar Flickerman and Seneca Crane, which I tune out.

When it shows the tribute parade, I nervously watch my dad's reaction to mine and Peeta's hand-holding, but again, his face is unchanged.

When I get an eleven, my dad whoops and hugs me, telling me that I did a great job.

At the interviews, he is in awe of my dress.

"You're such a beautiful girl, Katniss. Who made the dress?" My dad asks.

I swallow a sob and answer him. "Cinna."

When it is Peeta's turn, my dad looks as though he doesn't care, but when he sees Peeta telling everyone that he has a crush on me, he starts yelling.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he yells, throwing his arms up into the air. "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT LITTLE FUCKER, HE'S-"

"It was an act, Dad." I blurt out, cutting him off. His face softens a little. "To get sponsors." Technically, I'm not lying. It was an act until it wasn't.

The rest of the Games I get through by just closing my eyes and plugging my ears, so I don't see my dad's reaction to things. I don't think I'll ever want to see his reaction to the kisses Peeta and I shared.

When the first Games are over, I feel like I'm going to throw up, so I get up to leave.

"Sorry, Dad. I can't watch it." I rush out of the room and into my compartment, where I fall asleep, only to be greeted by more nightmares about the Games.

I wake up abruptly and check the time. It's early in the morning. I have one thought in my mind right now: Peeta.

I swing my legs off the bed, and somehow find Peeta's compartment. I can tell by his breathing patterns that he is awake.

Peeta opens his eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times. "Hey Katniss," he says, giving me a lopsided smile. "Whaddaya need?"

I grab one of his blue sleep t-shirts from the dresser and rush into the bathroom. I jump out of my District Thirteen uniform and pull on the shirt, so I'm wearing nothing but my underwear, bra and the shirt. It's really big and goes down to mid-thigh.

Then I walk over and climb into his small bed, and Peeta opens his arms almost automatically. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face into his chest.

"My dad and I watched the Games," I say, my voice muffled. I feel Peeta's heartbeat quicken.

"Why didn't you ask me to come?" He asks. Nothing in his tone is accusatory, he sounds genuinely curious.

"I tried, my dad wouldn't let me," I say. "Also, I don't think he likes you, he started swearing as soon as you said you had a crush on me, to the point that I had to say it was an act. I think he even made a death threat."

"Oh," Peeta says nervously. "I guess I'll have to confront him sooner or later, anyway."

"Just remember that my dad doesn't speak for me. I'm with you, and there's nothing to be done." I plant a kiss on his lips, but I keep it short so the hunger doesn't return and make me get carried away.

"Night, love," Peeta says, already drifting off.

"What did you just call me?" I snap, sitting up.

"Love?" Peeta is confused.

"Don't call me that," I say.

Peeta chuckles. "Okay..."

I lay back down next to him and fall asleep, but before I drift off, I swear I can hear him whispering love one more time.