"WHO DID THIS!?' Cato hurled blackened boxes of burnt food behind him as he dug through what was left of the pile.

"He is not happy," whispered Backpacky.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Katniss cradled her head.

"YOU!" Cato pointed to a sort of out of place looking tribute, "YOU DID THIS!" he charged at him.

The wiry boy produced a small chip of circuitry with stray wires hanging out the side. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Cato."

The giant halted, steaming.

The boy nodded at him slowly. "That's right. You don't think the kid who's smart enough to take apart a landmine could come up with a better plan than 'hope they don't kill me'?"

Another career unsheathed a knife.

"Just kill him Cato," said Clove, "You have very clearly been identified as the evil tribute that Katniss is eventually going to have to face, you're not going to die here."

"What? Oh, come on," the boy lowered the electronic square.

Katniss stumbled off through the woods with Backpacky bouncing along with her. She was attempting to run as fast as possible while simultaneously being as quite as possible. The smoke from Rue's fires was still lingering above the tree tops. She mentally checked off the landmarks leading her to their meeting place, and the familiarity of her surroundings disturbed her.

"Rue?" Katnis called as loud as she would dare. She heard their four note call in response, and, drawing her bow, she went off in it's direction. When she could hear the song was close to her, she called again. A mockingjay fluttered lightly onto a branch in front of her. Opening it's beak, it chirped out Rue's tune.

Katniss broke through trees into a clearing where she was instantly assaulted by a terrible scene. Rue was tangled in a net with a spear sticking out of her side, and another tribute was beside her. Mechanically she reached for an arrow, drew, and shot him through his throat. Katniss cut Rue out of the net and laid her down on the soft ground.

"I'm sorry," Rue breathed.

"No, no, it's my fault." Katniss stroked her coarse hair.

"It really is," said Backpacky.

Rue's eyes fluttered. "Would you sing to me, Katniss?"

Katniss looked at her sadly. "I can't really sing."

"Please," Rue's breathing became faint.

"My Father used to sing to me," Katniss looked off into the forest, "he had the most beautiful voice. I don't really sing though. So, sorry."

Rue's dark eyes closed.

"Finally," Backpacky said.

Katniss laid her head gently down, brushing some stray locks out of her face with trembling fingers. A square shadow grew on the ground. Katnis looked up and saw that it was a silver parachute holding back a small white box. She caught it and flipped the top off.

"Oh, sweet! Bread!"

"So how do you feel having killed someone directly for the first time?" Backpacky asked.

Katniss shrugged and wiped some crumbs off of her mouth.

"Nothing?"

Katniss pushed the rest of the bread between her lips. "Not really."

Backpacky's bright white eyes narrowed. "Then you can win."