Hey everyone! I've written the next Chpater of Alone, so here goes. Also, thanks to TeamPeeta1223 for reviewing, and Shonti and TeamPeeta1223 for following and favoriting.

DISCLAIMER: I am not Suzanne Collins. Therefore, I do not own the Hunger Games or its characters.

We wander around the arena for another half an hour until it's clear nobody can go on.

"Let's stop here," Finnick directs.

Mags sits immediately and begins messing about with her awl. I sink to the ground and lean against a tree, thinking. Finnick's voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Katniss," he says, "you were about to tell Peeta to stop when he hit the forcefield, didn't you?"

I nod.

"How did you know it was there?" he asks.

I do some quick thinking. I know if I mention the chink, the Gamemakers could easily do something to disguise it. So I try my other idea.

"I'm not sure," I say slowly. "I think, I think I could hear it. You know," I continue, seeing their puzzled faces, "it's like a wasp nest, only much quieter. I can hear it right now, can't you?" I say, looking up to where I see another chink.

"I don't hear anything," Finnick says.

I tilt my head. "Hmm, that's weird. You know, I can only hear it out of my left ear, the one the doctors reconstructed. I think they might have over done it a little, because sometimes I hear other stuff. Ladybug's wings, sometimes trees or stuff."

Ha. Now everyone will be looking at the doctors who fixed my ear, and they'll have to explain why I can hear like a bat. Haymitch would be proud.

"I still don't hear it," Finnick replies. "But if you can, where is it?"

I point to the forcefield, about twenty yards away. "Up there."

Finnick nods. "Okay. Well, if we meet anyone, then we can just shove them into the forcefield."

I nod. "Things are going pretty well, except for the water issue."

It's surprising. Almost as soon as the words leave my mouth, a silver parachute floats down into the middle of our little makeshift camp.

Mags reaches for it. "Go ahead," I say.

She pulls out a slim black tube. It's pointed at one end and curves downward at the other. Know what this is. I just can't remember.

I pick it up and roll it in my hands. Haymitch must be working with the other District 4 mentors, he had a hand in picking this. It obviously has something to do with water, because as soon as I mentioned water it came to us.

It's sort of cold. I press it to my check, conjuring up an icy cold wind. My father and I, hunting in the woods during the winter. Checking snares. Hunting. Getting maple syrup from the few trees my father had-

I suddenly bolt up. I know what this is!

The pieces are flying into place. The rodent's long sharp teeth, its wet muzzle, it all makes sense. The water is inside the trees!

"A spile!" I exclaim.

Finnick looks confused. Mags cocks her head and goes back to the awl.

"Mags, can I borrow your awl," I say politely.

Mags hands her awl over and I sprint over to a tree.

"Katniss." Says Finnick. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Just wait and see," I pant, driving the awl into the soft bark. "Bring me one of those baskets you made," I tell him. He quickly fetches one. Mags comes over to see what I'm doing.

Finally, I hit the middle of the tree and plant the spile inside. "Ha!" I say triumphantly.

Mags puts her hand under the spile. A drop of water rolls out onto her palm. She licks it up and expectantly puts her hand back for more. A thin stream of water rolls out into the basket I hold below.

Finnick and I exchange a smile. Then we both eagerly scoop water from the bowl and gorge ourselves on the sweet, warm water.

The sky is falling dark by now. "I'll take first watch," I offer. It's not like I would sleep anyways.

I need to sort out my thoughts. First off, I decide to tell nobody Peeta's not dead. Except Haymitch, but I don't have any contact with him at all, really. So I keep it to myself.

Next, I hold the locket that was once on Peeta's neck. I hug it tight, hoping it will bring the boy with the bread back to me.

But it doesn't.

In the darkness, I hear the click that means I've opened it.

I peer inside. I dump out the contents onto my lap. The top of the pile is a tiny folded paper.

I begin to open it.

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