"Calm down!" Johanna screamed at Darcy. "You know, I'm seriously getting tired of your shit."

"Bring her to the roof." Effie instructed, pulling her bright yellow bangs back, pulling at her the ends of her silk turquoise skirt embroided with beads that laced the linings.

"Gladly." Johanna replied, grabbing Darcy and carrying her towards the hallway where the elevator lay.

"Do you know who that was?" Effie asked Haymitch.

"Does it look like I know who it was?" Haymitch shot back.

"Come on guys, it could just be a harmless prank." Cato spoke up.

"This is not a prank! Someone has been murdered and some sick and twisted person decided to throw their corpse into a recovering Victor's bedroom!" Effie explained.

"Well news is news. Maybe it's Snow's sick way of keeping her in the media?" Cato offered.

"Snow can do better than that." Johanna huffed as she shut the door behind her.

"How is she?" Effie bombarded.

"Still screaming her lungs out. Something about numbers." Johanna said. "Lots of numbers. I don't think she knows any higher than twenty."

"What is all this ruckus about? District 12, known for their obnoxious citizens." Chaff hissed at the quartet.

"First of all, I'm District 7. Get that through your thick skull, got it?" Johanna threatened.

"Silence!" Effie screamed. "This isn't about District rivalry, this is about Darcy. Darcy Taylor, remember? She's our newest victor, victor of the 3rd Quarter Quell. Did everyone just forget?" Effie bombarded with disbelief.

"It's a bit hard to forget when she's constantly waking us up at three a.m!" Haymitch snapped.

"What's wrong this time?" Chaff rolled his eyes, looking around, examining the broken glass and the blood that stained the floors.

"We don't know." Effie clarified, letting her own words sink in.

"That's what we're trying to figure out and all we got is a. crazy, b. crazy, or c. crazy. In conclusion, she's crazy." Johanna told them.

"This isn't funny Johanna." Finnick defended.

"I never laughed. Finnick, Darcy is crazy. You know that."she said.

He sighed with defeat. He did know that.

"D stands for damaged." she commented.

"Johanna." Effie sighed, "Can you please go and fetch Darcy from the roof?"

"Aye, aye captain." Johanna saluted.

"She's a danger to us, she's a danger to herself. She can't go on live television like this!" Effie stated.

"Is that what you're really worried about? Is that really-"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Cato's rant.

"I'll get that." Haymitch grumbled, taking one last sip of his bottle.

"Um, hello there. Are you an actual police officer or a stripper?" Haymitch cautioned.

"I don't appreciate your humor, Mr. Abernanthy. I would like to speak to you." he pushed Haymitch aside and walked in.

"Um, what do you need?" Haymitch asked.

"We tried to make out the body you reported. The face was burnt off, but we managed to take tests of the DNA. The body you reported was never missing." the officer said.

"So, who was it then?" Haymitch asked.

The room was dead silent, everyone's ears intent on their conversation.

"Elijah Wood, District 7." he answered.

"That's Johanna's tribute, that's impossible. I thought his body was disposed of, burnt to ash." Finnick cut in.

"Apparently not." the officer answered.

The victors and Effie stared at each other in shock.

"Okay, this is getting weirder and weirder by the moment." Cato tried.

Haymitch and the officer exchanged a few words before he left.

"Well he was a dick." Haymitch admitted.

Giggles escaped the room.

"So why was Elijah's body in Darcy's room?" Effie asked, still in disbelief.

"I can't find her, I can't find her." Johanna rushed in, beads of sweat dripping on her forehead.

"Oh my god." Cato said.

"I'm so, so sorry." Johanna repeated.

"Who can't you find?" Finnick asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Darcy."