Dinner is a mostly quiet affair with Haymitch still locked in his room. I don't think he likes the train much either and after riding it year after year I can understand. Effie reads and re-reads the schedule like she's trying to memorize it. The war must have been harder on her than the rest of us thought, she doesn't bother to try to keep conversation flowing like she used to. I wish she would. With all of the silence I can't keep my mind off of the sketchbook and all the meaning behind it. Even though Peeta was preparing to die he was thinking of my life after the Quell. It makes me feel selfish. I was willing to die so he could go home, but I didn't think to leave anything behind for him except a mess. One day I'll make it up to him…Somehow.

"I think the train staff really likes you." Peeta says quietly.

I look down and realize for the first time that I'm eating the lamb stew with dried plums. "It's delicious." I try and catch Peeta's eye, but he's making it evident he's still upset at me over the sketchbook. "Do you think we'll be in District Four soon?"

"We'll arrive tonight." Effie says, looking up for the first time since dinner started. "We'll all sleep on the train and then tomorrow go into the district to prepare for the welcoming ceremony."

"No armored cars this time?" I grin at her, remembering how upset she was at her treatment on the Victory Tour.

"No, none at all."

We eat the rest of our meal in silence. I finish my food before everyone else, and I decide it's best if I stay at the table where Peeta can keep an eye on me. I don't want him to think I'm sneaking off to find the sketchbook. After he finishes we sneak past where Effie and Haymitch are sitting arguing about what he will wear. Even with the Capitol overthrown it's obvious that appearances are important; at least to Effie anyway.

"I'm going to go to my room and change." Peeta says.

"Alright, I'm going to change too." I give him a kiss and close my door behind me, feeling confident we won't be locked in our rooms anymore. While I'm changing into a soft nightshirt and pants the train slowly comes to a stop. We've either arrived in District Four or we're just stopping for fuel. Peeta is taking a long time coming back and just when I've decided he's probably looking for a better hiding spot for his sketchbook the door opens and in his hand is a dandelion.

"I saw this out of my window when we stopped." He says, giving me the little flower.

"Thank you." I take the dandelion and Peeta sits next to me on the bed. He looks happier now. "I'm sorry I looked at your sketchbook."

Peeta grins a little. "I should be used to the fact that you're nosy by now."

"I am not!" I playfully hit his shoulder.

"You are." Peeta leans back against the headboard and drags me with him. "Will you sing something?"

I bury my head in his neck. I'm not really in the singing mood, but I feel like I do owe him. "Do you have a song in mind?"

"Not really. I just like it when you sing."

I take a deep breath and then try and remember all of the words of a song my father sang to me when I was very young.

"You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know dear

How much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away"

It's a short song, but I hope he doesn't ask for more. I can feel the tears welling up behind my eyes as memories of my father singing come to the surface. Peeta kisses me on the forehead. I'm sure he knows what's going on in my head and is giving me a minute to recover.

The last rays of sunlight filter through the small window in my room and even though I took a nap earlier I feel like I could drift straight off to sleep. Peeta takes to brushing my hair out again and I settle into his shoulder and close my eyes.

A few hours later I wake up with my head resting on one of the feather pillows. Its dark outside, but light shines from the open bathroom door. Curiosity gets the best of me and I slide silently out of bed. I tiptoe over and peek my head around the corner. Peeta is shaking violently and gripping the edges of the sink. I can see even from where I'm standing that his knuckles are white and he's drenched in sweat. I don't even dare move my head back. The movement could distract him and bring on a full blown attack. Something deep inside of me stirs and I have to fight the impulse to go comfort him. Peeta looks up and our eyes lock in the mirror. For a moment they're full of the rage and hatred the Capitol gave him and then he's my Peeta again. His eyes find the floor and he runs his fingers through his damp hair. Now that it's safe I go and wrap my arms around him.

"Thank you." Peeta whispers in my ear. I kiss him on the cheek and give him another squeeze.

"Let's get you cleaned up." I let go and find a rag in one of the cabinets. I let cool water run over it before I start dabbing at his face and neck. "Nightmares?"

"Not really. I just woke up and realized I was on the train. I think they messed with a lot of those memories. I ran in here as fast as I could and tried to get a grip on things. I didn't want to hurt you."

Authors Notes: Thank you for reading Chapter Six! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this one out, I can't write on the weekends. I'm starting Chapter Seven today and I promise it will be longer. Thanks again!