In my dream, I stand in a giant, empty ballroom. A single spotlight is the only source of light in the room, shining down onto me. I look down to see that I am wearing a fancy new suit. The buttons shine in the light, as do my black shoes. This, I realize, was my outfit during the tribute interviews. A single viola plays from somewhere above my head. I look up quickly as another spotlight blinks down a few feet on from me. A teenage couple dances in the circle of light. I move towards them, and my spotlight follows. I finally get close enough to the other couple to see that they are the boy and girl from District 8, the ones who died first. They each wear the same outfits from their interviews. They stare intensely at each other through seemingly desperate eyes as they waltz about in a coordinated circle. Their skin is pale, apparently drained of all blood. Their right hands are locked together, jutting slightly outward as the boy leads the girl in the never-ending circle that is their dance. His left hand clasps her back, and hers sits gently on his shoulder. I try to reach out to them, but just as I do, another spotlight blinks on to the right of them, and I turn to see Marilee and Jude dancing together. I walk towards them, but then another spotlight blinks on, then another, and another. Soon there are six spotlights shining around me, each with a dead pair of tributes dancing drearily together. I recognize all of them; the boy and girl from 12 who I watched die at the banks of the lake, the boy and girl from 6 who I killed personally in the forest. The girl from 9, who no longer looks sickly, only pale. She has a small smile on her face as she stares up into the eyes of her partner who I watched die from the safety of the tree. Then I see Heather and Brion. The duo's feet move systematically, synchronized in death. The two stare at each other, just like the others. Then they turn together to stare at me, still dancing. A cello joins the viola in its eerie music making. I take a cautious step away from them, and catch out of the corner of my eye that the other tributes are staring at me as well. I soon realize that the tributes aren't looking at me, but past me.
I turn and see her.
She wears a dress the color of the snow on the peaks of the mountains of District 2. Her hands are locked into place in the air as she dances, just like the others. But there is no shoulder for her to clutch, no hand tenderly wrapped around her waist. She stares up into the place where her partner's eyes should be, tears falling from her own eyes and tracing down her face to the down-turned corners of her mouth. Sydni dances alone. I move towards her quickly, the viola and cello becoming louder and more intense as I do so. Sydni spins faster as I approach, her glossy hair coming out of her delicate braids and falling to her shoulders. As I finally reach her and reach out to stop her spins, the viola and cello stop. Sydni ceases her spins to face me full on, her hair spinning a few seconds longer until it drops down to her shoulders, her eyes staring so hard at me that I reflexively pull my hand back, away from her. She stares at me, silent, and I reach out my hands to grab her own. She closes her eyes and shakes her head and suddenly my hands are covered in blood and I'm in my tattered arena uniform. I gasp, and turn to run from her. Only to come face-to-face with Brion, who chops my head off with a sword. I wake up screaming.