Rose and her newfound companions were sitting at the makeshift camp they had established. It wasn't much. Just a few logs to sit on. They weren't too far from water (there was a stream within five-hundred yards). They still weren't too sure what to do about the food situation, though.

"So, Rory," asked Rose, "did you and Amy know each other outside of the arena? Back in your home district? District Six, I believe?" Amy nodded.

"We've always been close friends, since were were small," Amy answered. Amy and Rory looked at each other longingly.

"Did you ever… you know… get together?" asked Rose. Rory shook his head, a solemn expression taking over his face. Amy explained how they had always been just friends. The best of friends, as a matter of fact. Rose could sense this was a touchy subject, especially for Rory, so she let it drop.

"And how about you, Rose? Anyone special?" inquired Amy. Again, Rose shook her head.

"No, not for me. I haven't met anyone since Jimmy, but he dumped me ages ago. I've made up with my mum by now, of course, but I don't think dating is really on the agenda," Rose answered back. Amy didn't say anything, but she gave Rose a half-smile. The trio sat there for a few minutes, and said nothing. They didn't need to.

Amy and Rory looked at each other. It was almost nightfall, so they had let their guard down a bit. "Rose," said Rory, "before we even got reaped…" He stopped.

"What is it?" asked Rose, "you can tell me."

Amy sighed. "A few days before the reaping," she said, "this bloke came up to Rory and me. He told us we were going to go to the Hunger Games, together. We didn't believe him, of course. Thought he was just a nutter. But sure enough, here we are, so he must've known something. He said there was going to be a girl called Rose Tyler. He asked us to pass you a message."

"What's the message then, that this raggedy man told you to pass along?" Rose asked apprehensively. Amy and Rory looked at each other.

"Bad Wolf," Amy said bluntly.

"Bad Wolf? What the bloody hell do you mean, Bad Wolf?" Rose snapped.

"We don't know what it means," confessed Rory, "we were just asked to pass it along. Does it mean anything to you?" Rose shook her head.

"It's just, this Bad Wolf thing. I keep running into it. Carved into a tree, a whisper from a crowd, a name for a hairstyle, and now this? Is it some sort of trap? Some sick coincidence?" Amy and Rory just stared at her for a moment. Then they shrugged.

"I'm sorry, Rose. But Rory and I really don't know," said Amy, "I'm sorry. Rose sighed.

"I think we should turn in for the night," said Rory, coming to the rescue. Amy and Rose nodded. Sleep was what they needed.

That night Rose couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about that whole Bad Wolf thing. It frightened her. She didn't know what it meant. And uncertainty frightened Rose. That's one of the reasons the Games were so scary, Rose realised. All of it. From the Reaping, the training, to the actual Games part. One was always uncertain.

Rose woke up with a start. She could hear rustling. "Amy! Rory! Wake up!" she whispered, shaking them awake. They too sat up. Amy started to open her mouth, but hearing the rustling, she shut up. Someone stepped out of the bushes.

He had dark skin and black hair. It wasn't cut very well- close to the scalp and at a weird line. Rose pulled out her dagger. He immediately put his hands up. "Don't kill me," he said, "I'm friendly!" Rose lowered her knife, suspicious. "Please believe me," he begged, "I've been trying to find someone, anyone who wouldn't kill me on the spot."

Amy was about to say something, but Rory cut her off, "have you got a name?"

"Mickey. I'm called Mickey Smith," he said, arms still raised.

"How can we be sure we can trust you?" asked Amy, incredulously.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it by now," he said to them.

"You know, he does have a point," Rory said, turning to the girls. Amy gave him a look and he shut up.

"Alright, muppet, you can stay," said Amy, making an executive decision. Mickey smiled.

"It's Mickey, by the way," he clarified.

"Alright, Muppet," said Amy, and that was that.

Afterwards, Rose pulled Amy aside. "I still don't trust him," Rose told her.

"Well, neither do I, but at least we know where he is," Amy supplied.

"We just need to be careful," Rose told her.

"Of course we'll be careful."

"Make sure Rory doesn't get too careless around him."

"Oi, what makes you think Rory would get careless?"

"Nothing. It's just you need to pass this along to him. It's important we don't feel too safe around this guy."

Amy nodded. Later that day, at camp, they were sitting and eating some berries that Rory had salvaged from a bush. After Amy made sure they weren't poisonous, they sat down and proceeded to eat them. Rose kept glaring at Mickey, who was telling Amy and Rory about his life in District Eleven.

When Rose wasn't glaring, she was looking at her feet. Mickey was telling them about the rough conditions in the fields. The owners of the plantations worked the workers rough, and the hours were long. After Mickey finished his story, Rose looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," she said. Mickey made a small smile. Rose looked up, and looked to her left, and a confused look came over her. Amy noticed.

"What is it Rose?" she asked. She pointed to the odd statue, an angel covering it's eyes, almost fashioned to look like it's crying.

"Was that there before?" asked Rose. The other three shook their heads. While the other three were looking at each other, Rose kept her eyes fiercely on the statue. Until she blinked.

A/N: May the odds be ever in their favour. See you next Friday!