"Nothing," Alto says. "You're good at snares and gathering. I say you stick together and defend yourselves and each other." "Really," I say. "That's all the advice you've got?" "Hey," Alto says. "You can't blame me…I got amnesia." Fannia comes in and hands us a schedule. We have to go to be prettied right now. People wax my legs and arms, wash my hair, and pluck my eyebrows. Then, I meet with my stylist. "Hello, my beauty," he says. This makes me feel disgusted. He thinks I'm beautiful when I don't look like me. "I am Atlas. We simply must get to work." Atlas is about six feet tall with hair like Phox's in a jet black shade. He tells me that he has the perfect design. He dresses me like a doll and then slides me in front of a mirror. I am wearing a pink blouse made of silk, overalls with jewels on the front pockets, a sparkly silver headband, and ballet flats. Atlas brings Phox in and he stands next to me in front of the mirror. He is wearing a deep red t-shirt, overalls, and fancy sneakers. Atlas leads us out to the chariots. The career tributes are staring at us. The girl from District 10 is also staring at us, but in a kinder way. The chariots start going out. "Do you think we can pull off the whole 'couple' thing?" Phox asks. "I think we could if we tried," I reply, "but we would have to start right now." He wraps his arm around me and I hold his hand. When our chariot goes out, the audience starts cheering louder than anyone before us. Phox and I have buds in our ears so we can take directions from Alto. "Great job," he says, "but you have to get closer." Phox and I scoot closer together. "Kiss her on the cheek," Alto says to Phox. Phox reluctantly gives me a peck. The audience gives us a standing ovation. They are screaming and cheering. Phox and I flash smiles. President Inchcape gives a short speech and then all chariots ride off. Alto, Phox, and I go to our hotel. District 11 gets a penthouse. Alto heads to his room. "Where did we leave off on the train," Phox says. This is more of a statement than a question. He tilts his head like he did on the train. Closer. Closer. Closer. Closer. He softly kisses me…nothing like Leonis. "I know it's a huge bomb to drop on you now," he says, "but I'm in love with you." Leonis used those exact same words. How am I still thinking of him? Do I love him?