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Phineas was sure that he was now in reality, even though as he looked at the girl his mind kept flashing to the vision of her with the other tributes together, in a world without the Hungry Games.

"Are you ok?" Mabel asked him, "You were stirring a lot right now."

"How long was I out?"

"All morning."

He looked at where the wasp stung him.

"I applied the solution to cancel out the effects with some leaves in the arena," Mabel explained.

"Thanks."

"It's really my brother who deserves the credit. He read all about the effects about tracker jackers and what to do when you're stung by them."

"Your brother! Is he-?"

"So far."

"And my brother-?"

"His name hasn't gone up."

"Anyone?"

"Not since the bloodbath. Well aside from that guy from District 5. Which isn't good. When no one has died for a while the crowd gets restless, and the game makers get desperate. Oh hey! You must be hungry!"

Mabel opened up a folded cloth she had. It contained a bunch of berries, nuts, roots and leaves.

"I've got enough lunch for both of us."

"Cool! Let's eat!"

As they ate, Mabel took out a bottle from the rucksack she had.

"I've also got enough water for both of us if you want any."

It just occurred to Phineas that he hasn't had anything to drink for over two days.

"Thanks."

Taking the bottle, he was careful to leave enough for Mabel before handing it back.

"Did you get that from the cornucopia?"

"Well the bottle at least. Wasn't able to get much. But you were pretty smart, and brave. Avoiding the cornucopia altogether."

"Not as brave as you actually getting into the brawl."

"No, that wasn't bravery, that was stupidity. But you, actually braving the arena without any supplies from the cornucopia."

"Well, I did expect my brother to be with me."

"I know what you mean. Me and Dipper were planning to be allies, but we got separated during the bloodbath."

"Dipper, that's your brother?"

"Yeah."

"You miss your brother, don't you?"

"Of course I do. It's not just that. When we work together, it's like nothing can stop us, not even the games."

"That's what it's like with my brother. So how about a deal. Until we find our brothers, we'll be allies in the meantime."

"sounds good to me! But didn't your brother betray you?"

"No. I'm sure he just joined them as a way to protect me. Also he told me to get away. At least I think he did. Hey um, you didn't happen to see me right after I got stung, did you?"

"I saw you after. You looked like you were running away from something."

"So you didn't see anyone or anything cutting up the trees or destroying the ground, did you?"

"No."

"Oh. That's good to hear."

So Phineas and Mabel became allies. They spent the day gathering food and watching out for any other tributes, especially the careers.

"What did you call those wasp things? Tracker Jackers?" Phineas asked at dinner.

"Yeah. Why, don't you have them?"

"Not that I know of. Then again, District 1 is fenced around."

"Same in District 4. But there's this hole in the fence and it's not always electrified so you have to be careful before you go through it."

"Should you really be telling me this?" Phineas asked, aware that their conversation was likely being broadcasted.

"Hah! What's the Capital going to do to me worse than they've already done?" Mabel asked.

She had a point.

"That's true. But if you win…"

Strangely enough winning was not a subject either of them wanted to approach.

"Anyway," Mabel said quickly, "That's how I met the tracker jackers. Luckily Dipper was also there and he was able to discover the antidote."

Phineas was confused.

"But why did you even go through the fence in the first place?"

"Come on, Phineas, haven't you ever wanted to go through your own fence, see what's out there?"

Phineas was surprised at this question.

"Not really. Everything I want is right back at – home."

Home was a painful topic.

"Although now that you mention it, I guess I wouldn't mind if the fence was a little bigger, so that it included the surrounding country, and I wouldn't mind if I was able to travel now and then. Or even, you know, go around my world in a single day. I mean that has to be more in my dimension than a single city."

"At least you live in a city. District 4 is just a measly town."

"Your district produces oddities, right?"

"Yeah. It's all fake, though. Me and my brother help our Grunkle Stan with the business."

"-I'm sorry. Grunkle? Is that like some kind of 'Great uncle'?"

"Yeah. Although it can also mean he can be grumpy."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Very grunkle."

Phineas and Mabel laughed.

"Your district produces amusements, right?"

"Yeah. Actually, me and Ferb are the ones who produce them."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah."

And so Phineas told Mabel all the kinds of inventions he and Ferb had built for the Capital. She was hooked on every word.

"Wow. Would have loved to have seen just one of those inventions!"

"Wished we could have at least rode one of them," Phineas muttered.

When night fell, Mabel took out a grappling hook from her bag.

"I see you got your grappling hook," Phineas remarked.

"It's actually why I went for the Cornucopia. I just saw it there, and I was like 'I needed to have this. It was meant for me.'"

Phineas thought back to the first day.

"There was a box of tools at the Cornucopia as well. I thought they were meant for me, too. But then I thought better of it. How me and my brother promised we wouldn't go after the Cornucopia. At least, I thought he had promised too."

"Well, at least you kept your promise to your brother."

Mabel had a look that made Phineas concerned.

"Mabel, what's wrong?"

"The plan was that Dipper and me would be allies right from the start. We promised that we would only go for two of the outmost supplies. But no, I had to have the grappling hook. That's why Dipper almost got sliced because of me, how we got separated. Dipper can take care of himself but without me-"

Mabel started to cry.

"Hey."

Phineas placed his hand on Mabel's shoulder.

"We'll find your brother."

"Promise?"

"Promise. As well as finding mine."

"Won't he be with the careers?"

"I don't know if the earlier events of today might have changed that. But we may have to track down the careers to find out what happened."

The careers' based tended to be the cornucopia. Aiming the grappling hook at the tallest branch (at least the one that didn't break off), Mabel fired and it brought her, Phineas and their supplies up. Mabel got in the sleeping bag, said that Phineas could share with her, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. As they snuggled up together, they stared awake and watched the night sky for any update. No deaths.

"Makes me wonder what they have in store for us tomorrow," Said Mabel.

"Yeah," Said Phineas.

Mabel brought her sweater up so that it covered her mouth.

"Um, Mabel, what are you doing?" Phineas asked.

"I wouldn't want my scream to alert any careers."

Phineas understood. He was used to the fact that everyone within the ages of 12 and 18 had nightmares about the games, usually getting slaughtered. People had come so used to it in District 1 that the screaming of children in the early morning started the day. Strangely enough, Phineas had never had nightmares, and neither did Ferb.

"Night, Phineas."

"Night, Mabel."

Phineas couldn't explain it. Maybe it was an after effect of the venom, but he felt like he could trust Mabel, as if he knew her, even though at the same time he felt like he didn't know her that well.

"Hey Mabel. When you were stung by those tracker jackers, what did you see?"

"My worst nightmares."

"What's that you're making?"

It was morning. Phineas had found a branch with two branches sticking out, broke it down so it was manageable, before adding a hairband that fell off one of the tributes while trying to get the jackers out of their hair from the attack yesterday.

"In the training station, I learnt how to use a slingshot. I was really good at it. So I'm making my own slingshot."

"So that's why you stuck around instead of fleeing. You know, when you knocked the tracker jacker nest down, it was like you were trying to make sure that no one got hurt as much as possible."

Phineas didn't answer that.

They tracked the careers down to their base. Ferb was no longer with them, neither was the girl from district 6. What had happened? Was he okay? Had the girl gone her separate way, found she didn't fit in this this crowd? Was Ferb with her? Did they form their own alliance?

"Urgh, it's so unfair. Here we are, scavenging to survive, yet they've got all that food!"

Mabel was talking about the pyramid of food that the careers had made.

"You know what? I'm gonna grab something before they have a chance to look around!"

Something wasn't right.

"Mabel, stop!"

Phineas brought up his arm.

"What?" Mabel asked.

Phineas surveyed the surroundings.

"Is it just me, or does it look like the mines have been dug up?"

He was referring to the platforms that the tributes stand on at the start of the games. If they get off too quickly, they explode. If they remain on them, they explode.

"Oh yeah! I wonder why, or what happened to them."

Phineas noticed the mounds that dotted around the camp. He pointed them out to Mabel, and explained his theory.

"Well it's a good thing you stopped me when you did! Otherwise there'd be bits of Mabel everywhere."

Phineas winced.

"Sorry."

They noticed the boy from District 12 was with them.

"They must have used him to help set up the mines. Tributes from District 12 tend to be smart. Well now that we know where they are we can avoid them."

Phineas had an idea.

"Or, we can make sure that the careers scavenge for food like the rest of us. Mabel, I know what we're gonna do today."

A plan was made. Mabel would light a fire, producing enough smoke for the careers to see, while Phineas used his slingshot to knock the apples onto the mines, causing everything to explode and destroy the pyramid.

"You know, you could make the fire instead. I can probably easily knock those apples down with my grappling hook."

"I'm sure you can, but we'll need something to make as little noise as possible."

"Oh all right."

"Meet you make at the camp in an hour. If neither of us are there, we'll know something's gone wrong."

"Nothing can go wrong. See you in an hour."

"See you."

Some time later far off smoke appeared. The careers departed, aside from the District 12 boy. Someone was coming. It was the girl from the same District.

"Go-Go, what are you doing here?"

"Just helping myself to the food here, considering that you have more than enough her."

"Careful, there are mines surrounding the food!"

"What, you mean these mounds? Relax, Hiro."

Go-Go managed to avoid the mines.

"You're not gonna stop me?"

"Like I could."

Phineas thought it was more likely that he had more loyalty to someone from his own district than the careers.

After Go-Go had left, Phineas aimed a particularly sharp rock at the visible bag of apples at the top of the pile, and fired. The bag sliced open, with the apples rolling down and hitting the mines. It caused the mountain to explode. The careers came back, angry. The district 2 boy advanced on Hiro, who fell back, pleading for mercy. Crying, the boy from district 2 raised his sword. Phineas looked away and hid behind the tree.

BOOM.

Wacko poured a bottle of pond water in his glass.

"This pond water comes from one of the koi ponds at the Japanese Tea Garden in San Francisco. A living example of the blend of Japanese and American."

He dropped a worm into the glass.

"And this bookworm has been modified to exist in this environment. Much like you."

Wacko held his glass up to the screen.

"Farewell, Hiro Hamada."

And drank it.

"Ah. Finally got that Randy Cunningham taste out of my mouth!"

Phineas returned to the campsite. He waited for Mabel for an hour. When she didn't come back, he got worried. He decided to track her down in the direction of the fire from earlier.

"Phineas!"

Phineas ran, and found Mabel entangled in a net. He got her out. She hugged him. He hugged her back. Someone came up. It was Marco. Suddenly, Phineas' mind flashed back to the vision he had earlier, of him and the other tributes together. He remembered how innocent the Marco in that vision looked, not like the hardened tribute here. Mabel aimed her grappling hook at him and fired. Grabbing the rope, he pulled it away and out of Mabel's hand. He raised a ninja star.

"Marco, stop!"

Marco did so. Phineas couldn't explain it, but he felt like he knew Marco, had known him for years, yet didn't know him that well at the same time.

"You don't have to do this!"

He knew he wasn't the killer the Capital had made him. For a moment, Marco considered his words.

"Yes. I do."

He raised the ninja star again. Phineas readied his slingshot and fired the moment Marco threw his star. He yelped as the rock hit him in the head, falling backwards in an unconscious heap.

"Hah! You got him!"

Something wasn't right. Mabel didn't sound like herself. Phineas turned around. Marco's star had struck her in the sweater. Blood spread through it.

"I don't feel so good. Phineas?"

She sounded frightened.

"Mabel!"

Phineas held her in her arms.

"Phineas, I'm scared!"

"Don't be. It's just like going to sleep."

"Phineas. Tell my brother I love him."

"I will. Of course."

"Sing me a lullaby."

At first Phineas couldn't think of anything. Then a song came to mind.

"Summer."

Phineas sang 'Summer (Where do we begin?)', starting with 'It's Summer.' He voice faltered at the line about ice cream cones and cherry soda, but he continued. For Mabel's sake. He had barely finished the first stanza when the cannon went off. He looked down, to see that Mabel had closed her eyes for the last time. Phineas wiped the tears from his face. He needed to do something. He laid her down, and placed some flowers over where the star had hit her. Phineas heard a ringing. A basket of bread came floating down. Phineas was sure it was meant for Mabel, but sent to him instead. He gave his thanks before he walking off.