A/n- Hi, everyone. I'm sorry that this update is so late. Katniss can just be so complicated sometimes! I guess I should have put a date as to when that contest I told you about in my last update ends. The date is Saturday, June 30th. I hope to get more entries by then. I also realized that I should have put some guidelines as to what kinds of names I'd like to use. Well, here they are.

The name should...

1. Mesh well with the last name (let me know if you want me to hyphenate it to become Cresta-Odair).

2. Have some relation to aquatics (in meaning or literal sense), to another character in the series (for example, someone suggested Johann, after Johanna), or a meaning that you feel would be special to Finnick and Annie.

3. Not be in the top 300 most popular names in the US for the year 2011. This is on an individual basis, though; if the name fits the first two, I might consider it even if its popular (to give you an idea, someone suggested Dylan. It's number 33 most popular, but it fits well and means 'son of the sea). So feel free to submit popular names, but be aware that I am looking for uncommon ones.

For information on name meanings and/or popularity, you can either google the name itself, or check out a name archive like Nameberry.

Wow, that was long. Sorry about that! Now lets get to that story, shall we? : )

Chapter 3

District Four would have been beautiful under different circumstances. Up here, in the hovercraft that my mother sent in right after I told her what happened, clear blue oceans line bright white beaches. They streach on and on as far as the eye can see. Right now, it seems unreal that normal, happy life resumes for so many. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad for them, but still...

Looking down, I notice that the constant protective grip I've been maintaining on Peeta's upper arm has left half-moon shaped fingernail marks. Not that he notices, or anything. The entire time we've been up here, he's been staring at me. It's as if I'm just a familliar-looking stranger he's trying to place. All I know for sure is that this uncertainty is absolutely tearing my heart apart and scattering the pieces underfoot to be stepped on repeatedly.

"You genuinely don't have any idea who I am, do you?" I don't know why I'm asking, though; this isn't anything that he would joke around with. But still, I can't stop myself from asking. I also can't stop the tears from pooling in my eyes. But I can't allow them to fall. Honestly, what is going on, I don't know, but the last few days or so, I've been ultra-emotional. I guess it's just the time of year or something, with the anniversery of the Games and all, but I can't help but worry a bit. Oh well; that isn't important now.

As if in an attempt to make up for my awkward and obvious question, my mind gives me yet another thing to blurt out. "I know that this is probably very weird. I mean, you have no idea who I am, but at the same time have to trust me." Biting my lip, I force myself to continue. "But if you can keep doing just that, I promise that everything is going to be okay."

Apprehensively at first, but growing in certainty, Peeta nods. I suppose that there is also a spoken answer, but, being lost in thought, I can't be sure. I just hope that I can keep my promise.