I'm sorry…I know I've been taking a while to update. That was because I was having problems viewing my traffic stats and other parts of the site starting messing up a bit for me…but now it's magically returned to normal. :D

Dang. Sorry for leaving you so long with a cliffhanger.

"What do you mean, 'none of this is over yet'?" It takes me less than a second to get myself oriented and understand that this has to be something Capitol related. Between the look on his face and the words he decided to speak, it said enough about the situation. But I need to know more.

"I don't know."

"WHAT?" I stand up now. "How can you say something like 'none of this is over yet', and not know what you're talking about?"

"I'm serious, Katniss. That's what Paylor said. She called, she said to catch the next train to the Capitol because 'none of this is over yet'." Haymitch seems a little more himself when he says that.

I think as hard as I can, try to come up with a theory as to why we're needed there. I can't. There shouldn't be anything wrong anymore. But then again, this is Panem, and this is my life. So far it hasn't given me much slack at all.

"Well then." Gale speaks up when he sees that I'm not going to. "I guess we're going back to the Capitol." He looks Peeta right in the eyes as he says this. Peeta stares back. Haymitch purses his lips and walks away. He obviously isn't looking forward to this much more than I am.

A couple hours later, we're sitting on my bed in the train carriage. We'd come together to discuss what might be going on, but ended up accomplishing nothing. Haymitch's eyebrows are pushed together, and his forehead is creased. He looks at no one, he says nothing. He just sits in thought. I do the same, huddled in the corner under my sheets. Could the games be back? By some sick, twisted reason, someone is blackmailing Paylor to restart the games? And have leaders from the rebellion fight? Leaders like me? And Gale? And Peeta? Maybe it wouldn't even be called the Hunger Games anymore. Maybe it would be just fighting, as a sport. Two people in a small piece of land the size of a football field, forced to kill each other. Like a mini version of the Games. Or maybe Snow didn't die or he resurrected or he had evil people with powers working with him and they put life back into him and he wanted revenge and maybe he even had family that are planning to help him get revenge and take back Panem and drive the country back into pain and starvation and depression and Paylor is expecting us to stop it and…

"Guys, I want to get some sleep. I'll see you guys tomorrow." I look at them and wait for them to leave. Haymitch studies me for a second, then nods and gets up. Gale gives my hand a small squeeze.

"I won't let anything happen to you, Catnip. I promise." He leaves.

Peeta gets up, too, then stops in the doorway. "You'll be okay, Katniss," he says. "Everything will work out fine." He hesitates, like he has more to say, then decides against it and walks out.

"Remember who your enemy is." Haymitch's voice rings in my head.

"You have to win." Rue's words echo along with his.

Suddenly everyone I know, everyone I've ever met, seems to have a microphone into my head. Their words of advice, pleads, even words about the Capitol that Gale had said when we used to hunt in the woods, fill my mind. I find myself spinning in blackness, only able to hear the things that people have told me before. I fall to my knees, screaming…

When I look up again, I'm in an arena that I've never seen before. The Cornucopia stands in the middle of a circle of people. I'm certain there are weapons hidden in the tall sea of grass that lies before me. The horn blows, but no one moves. No one wants to. No one even can. My instincts tell me to make a break for the nearest bow, but my feet feel fastened to the plate I'm standing on. I look around at the other contestants, refusing to move, their faces grim. I see Finnick.

I call his name. He sees me, but he says nothing. He has a piece of rope in his right hand. "Finnick!" I try again. Everything in me wants to jump off my plate, wade through the tall grass and embrace my friend. But I can't. I begin to panic when I realize that my feet cannot be moved. Somehow, they've been fastened on the spot. "Finnick!" I scream louder. He looks at me with the saddest expression. "Finnick!"

Then his plate blows up.

I'm too horrified to make a sound. My voice cuts itself off, my screams are stuck in my throat. Then I see Boggs on the next plate, looking more intense than I've ever seen him. I want to cry out his name, to tell him to run, but he explodes as well. Madge is on the plate next to him. And I see it. All around me, people I know are locked in place, forced to wait for their death. The plates blowing up one by one, in order. Tick tock, Wiress voice rings in my ears.

I see Gale. Right next to me. Darius has just exploded beside him. I burst into tears, begging for him to leave, to get out of there and run as fast as he can. He turns around and looks at me. "I won't let anything happen to you, Catnip," he promises. "I'll protect you. No matter what."

I'm still watching his body burst into flames when I sit up in bed. I can't distinguish the tears from sweat pouring down my face. I pull my knees to my chest and sob. Somehow, I would manage to get us all killed. We're still on the train, and I already know that. Everyone is always doing everything to save me, and I'm always the one to get them in trouble.

It takes me a minute to realize that Gale is sitting next to me, holding me and rubbing my back. "It was just a dream, Katniss. Just a bad dream. Everything's okay." This makes me cry even harder.

"No, Gale. No, it won't. We're all going to die, and it's going to be my fault."

"Katniss." He pulls away and holds me at arm's length. "No. You keep blaming yourself for everything. You keep blaming yourself for everyone's problems. You're holding yourself responsible for things that you are NOT responsible for. Stop that."

I shiver when I remember Finnick being blown to pieces in my dream, and in reality.

"Hey, you should get dressed. We arrive in five minutes." He says. Before he leaves, he looks at me once more and gives me a reassuring smile. I can't tell if this makes me feel better or worse.

About an hour later, we're sitting at a large oval table with Paylor at the very end. "I'm so sorry to have to make you drop everything and just come here, but…"

"The Games are back, aren't they?" I can't stop myself. The words have come out, and more are on their way. "Or at least something like the Games. Something happened and the Hunger Games have to come back and somehow that involves all of us."

Paylor shakes her head. "If only it were that simple, Katniss. If it were just about the birthing of a new Hunger Games I wouldn't have called you here. I could have stopped it myself. It's a…different situation, but not too unlike what we've experienced before.