"A-a ten?" I gasp in disbelief.

"Simply incredible," Sighs Hachune, as she sits back down in her chair. "I had just known that she was a fighter after seeing what she did for her brother." Just hearing the word 'brother' made my chest tight. I missed him.

The announcer with Hachune nods and says, "Well, that's it, everybody. We'll see you in three hours when the Hunger Games begin!"

,,,

It's time for the final goodbyes. I'm sitting in a room. I haven't gotten to tell Defoko that Piko is our alliance. Oh well, she'll learn soon enough.

The door knob clicks, and in walks my first visitor. Only one person is allowed inside at a time, and this time, we have a half an hour for our goodbyes.

"Meiko!" I yell and run into her arms, my face buried in her stomach. I'm crying and getting her stomach all wet, but she doesn't care.

We stay like that for a long time, until my eyes start to burn. I look at her and whimper.

"Meiko…"

She holds me. "Rin…"

"Is Len going to see me?" I ask. Len wasn't a fan of sad goodbyes. For example, he didn't go to Mother and Father's funeral when they got into that factory accident.

Meiko shakes her head and I start crying all over again. "Meiko, you make him. I know he's here!"

Meiko kneels down to look at me. "Of course." She puts her hands on my shoulders. "Rin, just be strong out there, okay? Be strong."

I nod and wipe my nose with my sleeve.

Meiko hugs me one more time and slips out the door. "Bye, Rin."

"Goodbye, Mei."

I sit down and wait for my next visitor, after getting rid of my tears.

I hear a shout, and then the door clicks again.

I see some blonde hair.

"Len!" I scream, and run to him.

"Rin…" We embrace and I'm sobbing again.

"Len…" We rock back and forth in each other's arms.

"Rin, I'm sorry, I got you into this mess." He says.

"No," I sigh. I sit down on the floor. "It's not."

"Yes it is."

"No."

"Who else is it?"

"Len… stop it…"

"It's all my fault!" He yells.

"Len!" I shout. "If I say it's not, then it's not!" I bark back at him.

"I'm… sorry."

I sigh and lean back. "Len, you…" I'm shaking, I'm so frustrated.

I kiss him on the forehead, and start weeping once more. "I'm going to miss you!" I shout. "I'll never see you again!" I break down, my shoulders shaking with each racking breath.

"Rin don't say stuff like that!"

"But it's true and you know it!"

Len was silent. He nodded, stood up, brushed himself off, and started towards toward the door. "It's about time that I leave."

"No!" I shout. I stand up, trip, and then practically grab Len's leg.

"What are you doing?" He asks, once he lands on the ground. "You're not a child!"

I look up, tears streaming down my face. "I can be a child, today!" I let his ankle free.

He pauses and leans up against the door. He motions for me to sit with him.

I sit next to him and put my head on his shoulder.

I spend the rest of my three hours like this, holding Len's hand with my head on his shoulder.

Suddenly, the door flies open and six Peacekeepers come in.

"No." I breathe. "Not yet!" I fling myself on top of Len and embrace him. "No!"

Three Peacekeepers are holding me, and three Peacekeepers are holding Len. They're succeeding in pulling us apart.

Len is fighting them. We're both yelling. It has been five minutes already, and we're only holding on by our left hands.

"Okay, that's it!" yells one of the Peacekeepers. He pulls out a large syringe from his robes and, without warning, jams the needle into Len's side.

He winces, and I feel his hand go limp.

"What did you do to him?" I yell, as his eyes flutter shut. I squeeze his limp hand twice as hard, but it's being pulled away. "What?"

The Peacekeeper that stabbed him pulls the syringe out of his side. "Poison."

"What?!" I scream. "Poison?!"

"Yes." The Peacekeeper nods. "He's as good as dead."

"You bastards!" I yell. "What do you mean, 'as good as dead?'"

Another Peacekeeper says, "If we don't give him the antidote, he'll be stuck in a coma forever."

"Then give him the antidote, stupid! I'll let go if you do!"

"Fine." The Peacekeeper pulls out a syringe and stabs Len in the side. "He'll wake up in one month."

"One month?" I let go of Len. I look down. "I love you, Len, and I'm sorry. This is all my fault."

,,,

I'm in the clear pedestal, ready to rise up into the dome. I'm wearing a sailor fuku with a yellow bow in the middle. I'm in short shorts and two sleeves and two leg warmers. I readjust my bow and look up, confident.

"I'm going to win." I say aloud. "For Len."