He had woken up in a chair, not knowing how he had been moved from the table without waking up. It worried him, and the fact that something so small worried him, scared him even more. He kept his composure, as he did the previous day, feeling it was all he had- his only weapon. He chewed on his lip as he stared at the wall, waiting for President Snow to come back in. He'd already been awake for a couple hours, sitting in complete silence, staring at the wall and forcing himself to refrain from making any signs of discomfort or boredom. He stayed still and silent the entire time, and he felt proud of himself for managing it. He couldn't, however, stop the rush of shock that ran through him when the door opened. He jumped slightly but composed himself and continued staring at the blank wall.

"You got some sleep." It wasn't Snow but Peeta didn't move. This was a woman and she sounded older. "That's good. People's minds work better when they're rested." She walked in front of him and he avoided her, staring at the wall instead. "Look at me, son." She sounded sweet, but he knew he couldn't let his guard down. Nevertheless, he looked into her eyes. She slowly moved a small flashlight in front of his eye and then away again. She did the same to the other eye and then smiled. "Can you open your mouth?" He nodded, keeping his eyes locked on hers. She waited for him to do it, but he didn't move. "Will you open your mouth for me?" He shook his head slowly and her smiled faltered, but she regained her composure fast, smiling sweetly at him. "What if I said 'Please'?" He stared at her, not moving. She knelt down on her knees in front of him. "Peeta..." She looked away and then back at him, as if she were second guessing what she was about to say. "I want to tell you a few things, alright?" He looked back at the wall. "I'm what people like to call 'Plan A'. Do you know what that means?" He kept still. She put her arm across his lap and leaned her chin on it, looking up at him. "It means if I don't get you to cooperate with me, they're going to Plan B, and Plan B is a lot more forceful." He stayed still as she raised a stethoscope to his chest, and maneuvered it through the buttons, onto his bare skin. "Steady." She noted. She looked up at his face. "We have Ms. Mason." His eyes darted to her and she smiled as his heart rate increased. "I feel obligated to tell you that your cooperation will help her get out of this alive as well. She's a very stubborn girl and is doing nothing to help herself. That leaves her life in your hands." He looked down at her hand.

"Who else do you have?" She smiled.

"Is she not enough?"

"Who else do you have?" He asked again, not changing his tone.

"It's not my place to tell you that information."

"It's not my place to tell you the information you're asking for." He said, his voice sounding perfectly calm and level. He looked back at the wall.

"Peeta, the President... He talked to you yesterday before you went to sleep, didn't he?" He didn't respond. "And he told you your reward for cooperating?" She stared at him, hoping for some kind of response. "The same outcome goes for each hostage we're holding. All you have to do is answer our questions and you all will be released and given all you need to live long, happy, and wealthy lives." He looked at her.

"All I need?" He asked, sounding skeptical, yet hopeful. A smile spread over her face and she nodded, standing up, but still leaning to his level.

"Everything you want, sweetheart. Just help us and it's yours." He looked away and thought for a minute before looking at her.

"Should I tell you what I want now, before I answer anything? So you can make sure you can get it for me?" She hesitated but nodded, flipping the page on her notebook.

"Of course. What would you like?" He looked at her notebook as he spoke, watching her getting ready to write each item down.

"I want Plan B." He said. She looked at him and he stared right back at her.

"Peeta... They're going to get violent. Just tell me what they want to know. There's no point in being noble anymore."

"Nothing you say will get me to talk. It's just wasting time."

"Wasting time? I could continue talking to you and delay what they plan to do to you."

"And delay the inevitable."

"Which is?" He smiled.

"Death. Cause that's what's going to happen to me, no matter what I do or say." She stared at him. "If I knew what you want to know, I wouldn't tell you, and you'd kill me. If I knew and for whatever reason, I did tell you, you'd kill me after you got what you needed from me. If you didn't kill me after getting the information that none of you have any proof, or even solid hunches, that I might have, you'd take the information and kill the remaining people I have left in my life. And if that happened, I'd just kill myself and spare you the trouble." She stood up and he kept his eyes on her, just as she did him.

"You've put a lot of thought into all of this, Mr. Mellark." He shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm strapped to a chair. All I can really do right now is think." She gave a small nod.

"One last chance." She said softly. He didn't talk and she walked behind him to the door. He leaned his head back over the top of the chair so he was looking at her upside down.

"Are they gonna take the other leg first? You know... Balance me out?" He asked, making sure to keep a light, almost childlike tone. She looked at him one more time before turning the light off and leaving the room.