We saw Bran in the sky last night. I don't really think about how I barely knew her and yet I feel so crushed by her death.

So here we are now. Me, sharpening my spear, knifes, and Patin's extendo-sword. Patin's just trying to get through the day. Her teeth are gritted and her eyes shut tight. I sigh. Patin gives me a look.

We could really use some medicine right now, Grig. I need medicine for the headache your tone just gave me! I imagine in my head. Put a sock in it Grig. I smile.

"All sharpened," I say. She opens one eye and gingerly picks up her sword. She gives a nod and runs her finger down the line. It shrinks back to knife size. I don't expect her to say anything. I think the pain's getting worse, which could mean a lot of really bad things. My own injury is getting a lot better I guess. There's a very itchy scab on it right now and I'm fighting the urge to scratch.

"I'm going to hunt." She nods. "Can you stay on your own?" I'm just asking to be nice. I already know her answer. She nods again. I stand up and brush the dirt off my back side. "Be back soon."

By the time I've gotten a squirrel and one of the kind of mutt that tried to eat my arm, it starts raining- again. The water makes my scab even itchier and I give in to the temptation. I'm really hoping the wind thing won't happen again, so I jog back to Patin.

When I get to where she was nobody's there. I check to make sure I'm in the right place and I definitely am. I see the remains of our list of tributes we made in the dirt yesterday. This isn't right.

I adjust my spear and drop the meat. "Patin?" I whisper. No answer. "Patin!" I say a little louder. For a while there's just silence. I shift my feet. Did she really leave me? After all that? I would believe it if she wasn't handicapped. Maybe she ran off with another ally.

Just as I'm about to call her name again, a person steps out of the shadows.

"Where's Patin?" I say as fearlessly as I can. The person's face is still shrouded in shadow, but they're bulky and muscular.

Then they step forward, and there's Urso with a knife up against Patin's throat and a shocked look on his face. I drop my spear.

"Urso!" I laugh.

He all but drops Patin on the ground as I sprint into his arms.

"I can't believe it's really you!" I say.

"Mags!" he says, "She told me she was allies with you, but I didn't believe her! I'm glad I waited to kill her." I see pick herself up and brush off the dirt with a stony expression out of the corner of my eye.

We stand like that for a while until we finally end our embrace. I notice Urso's many fish bites from the blood bath are either gone or scabbed over. I scratch my scab and feel very sorry for him.

"Where's Cayne?" I ask.

"After you left, there really wasn't any reason we wanted to be allies." I nod. I see why. Probably the two biggest boys in the arena is a great alliance. If you like each other. "So we just decided to call it quits and not kill each other just because the President feels like it." He turns to Patin. "So who's this?"

"Patin. She's a District 1. She was allies with Beam and he tried to kill both of us, but she saved me and I saved her." The two awkwardly shake hands.

"Welcome to the alliance," she says.

"She's the same age as you," I blurt out. I don't know why I said that. I guess so there aren't any hard feelings?

"That's cool," says Urso.

"I guess I'm going to have to do some more hunting," I say with a smile.