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The time until dinner passes quickly, much sooner than I thought it would. I guess I thought that with all the thinking I did, time would pass slower. Instead, I got the completely opposite effect.
"Are you lost, miss?" a rather shrill voice calls out to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Looking around for the person who just spoke, my eyes lay upon the sight of Glimmer Shine. Just lovely.
"Trust me when I say, I think I know this plane better than you do, and I'm only a passenger," I state, trying not to snap at the blonde. Glimmer's perfectly manicured eyebrows arch, as she rolls her eyes.
"Well excuse me, for trying to do my job!" she snaps back, letting out a dramatic sigh. Oh god, what have I done now? Sometimes I seriously need to calculate what I'm going to say.
I brush past Glimmer, walking between the separation of two rows of rooms, and out into the main hallway. Turning around, I watch as Glimmer rolls her eyes in disgust, and adjusts another part of her shirt. Laughing halfheartedly, I continue down the hallway, in search of room 35.
I'm surprised at the distance; by the time I reach room 35. You would think that room 35 and room 40 would be in the same row, but for some reason they aren't.
As I walk up to the door, I try and remember what Cato told me. 'Twice, three times, then twice again.'
Bringing my hand towards the door, but let it drop, first looking back and forth to check if there is anyone watching me. Thankfully the hallway is empty, and I raise my hand again. 'Twice, three times, twice.' I say in my head, as my hand mimics the motion.
The door opens quickly, and I see the head of someone I don't recognize. "Are you Clove?" the woman asks me quickly. I nod in response, trying to figure out who this person is. As I watch her turn around in the doorway, a nametag that was hidden under the woman's jacket becomes visible.
'Johanna Mason,' the nametag reads. Good, Cato told me I could trust her.
I turn back towards Johanna, just as she opens the door, shoving me inside the room. Wanting to give her a strange look, I turn around, but something catches my eye before I do the full turn.
Cato. I watch out of the corner of my eye, as Cato stands up, walking towards me. "Everyone, this is Clove. Clove, this is Johanna and Katniss," Cato says, while Johanna locks the door.
I step forward, looking around the room. The room is larger than my room, with red carpet and four beds instead of one. Wondering who's going to be sleeping there, I ask Cato.
"Who is sleeping in those beds? And more importantly, why am I here?" I ask, watching Cato's expression change. A quick flash of fear covers his face, but he hides that with another, expressionless look.
"We sleep on those beds, because there isn't a hatch on this floor. You will be sleeping here too," Johanna explains. I give her a quizzical look, wondering what she means by a 'hatch.'
Katniss notices my look, and gives me a rather unhelpful, and eerie explanation. "You'll see. Just wait until headcount tomorrow morning. And don't leave this room."
A/N: Finally, chapter four! Thank you for everyone who left me a review! They are so wonderful, and really inspire me, so thanks. :D
~Kat
