After the Seventieth Games, Davy accompanied Finnick and Annie on the latter's Victory Tour. Finnick was his tribute, and Annie was Finnick's. It just felt like he should be there.
Plus, it was nice to get out of Four every once in a while.
And he wanted to try and find Sylvia.
As Annie stumbled and stuttered her way through her speech in Seven, Davy saw only four of the district's Victors onstage with them, instead of five. Darren caught the saddened look in his eye and in response gave him a cautious shake of the head.
As soon as Annie left on a customary tour of the district, accompanied by Finnick's comforting presence, Davy slipped away and headed towards the Victor's Village. The only other person in sight was Berry sitting in her wheelchair on her front stoop, her personal aide unlocking the door. She looked irritated as Davy walked up to her, intending to ask which house was Sylvia's.
"What do you think you're doing here?"
Davy was taken aback by the bitter tone of her voice. "I just want to know where Sylvia lives," he said quietly.
Berry jabbed a thumb at a house down the row from hers. "There. Now I swear to god, you'd better not bug us about this again, you hear?"
Davy nodded wordlessly and scampered off towards the house.
Berry watched him go with narrowed eyes. "Just leave this alone," she whispered in his direction.
Davy knocked on the front door. An elderly woman with the same fluffy blonde hair as Sylvia answered it. She was quite surprised to see the Victor of the Fifty-Ninth Games on her doorstep. "Can I help you?"
"Hi, um, I was just wondering if Sylvia's in," he said nervously. Please let her be here, please let her be here…
The woman's brow furrowed. "Yes, she's in, but she's not taking visitors right now, I'm sorry." She went to shut the door, but Davy shot out a leg and wedged his foot in.
"Please, I want to see her! I haven't heard from her in years and nobody will tell me what's going on and I'm really worried about her! She's my friend!"
The woman blinked. "I didn't think she had any friends. She's not a very social person, you know."
"She has me!"
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but she can't have any visitors right now." Her face was apologetic as she shut the door, for good this time.
Davy's shoulders slumped.
So Sylvia was at home, but she can't see visitors? Is something wrong with her - apart from the obvious, of course? And why exactly was everyone so hush-hush about it?
And why won't anyone tell him about it? He was her friend, after all!
He dejectedly walked back the way he came and met up with Finnick and Annie once their tour was done.
Finnick raised his eyebrows at him. What's gotten you down?"
Davy shrugged one shoulder. "Nothing," he said sadly.