It's not that I don't trust my district 4 friends, but I've learned only too well how unpredictable the future is. Maybe it is better for them not to know who I am. Admitting I know the Mockingjay isn't going to help us win the war. Whatever the reasons, I keep quiet. If they figure it out on their own, then fine. Bear knows I was originally supposed to go to my aunt's, something I haven't thought of for weeks. I feel a little guilty I never made it there, and I still plan on going eventually, it just seemed less important after the district 12 bombing.

The next night Bear is trying to think of ways to physically entangle Peacekeepers in fishing nets, which makes me think of Gale, and the snares Katniss showed me in the woods.

There's a new rebel propo being broadcast, this time with longer clips of Gale and another soldier talking about the hospital and the bombing. Gale fervently describes the bombing, "For the Capitol, the hospital was like a sitting duck, completely vulnerable. There was no time to react, to protect the people at the hospital. "

He seems to be sending a message to the rebels - don't concentrate too many in one area, it just makes you vulnerable. He looks even better on screen than I remember him. Gone is the sullen, sarcastic boy from district 12. He's proud but forthright. It's as if this is what he's prepared for all his life. But it's the scars of healed burns on his face that make me realize Gale survived the bombing of district 12.

The implications bring me an unfamiliar hope. If Gale somehow survived, others could have too. Others like my family.

It slowly registers. If Gale is alive, maybe my family is too. Why not? Daddy had said he had a plan. Maybe they escaped. For all I know they could be here in 4.

With the same suddenness that emptied me at the sight of the bombing, now I'm filled with hope. I jump to my feet and turn off the broadcast. Thinking of my family and the bombing, I can't look at Gale any more right now. "I have to go!" Bear looks up from his sketches, as if I'm crazy. "Now?"

I'm frantic. My family could be here in four. They could be thinking I'm dead. I have to go find them. I have to find my aunt's. It's where I was supposed to be. How could I have been so stupid?

"I have to go. They could be here. All along. What was I thinking? Wasting my time … I should have gone."

Bear narrows his eyes at me. "Wasting your time? You mean here?"

Ugh. I don't have time to deal with this. I roll my eyes and answer angrily, "Yeah, here. I should've been in sector two by now. Who knows…" but Bear cuts me off.

"No one forced you to stay here you know. If … " He almost says something else but stops himself. I glare at him, jaw clenched. He leans back, and his voice changes tone. "Anyway, you can't go anywhere now. You can't go walking around the district at this hour. You don't even know your way around."

I resist the thought. I am so alive with the hope of seeing my family, how can I wait? My mind is still racing, still thinking about the possibility. Seeing district 12 destroyed had broken me, and it had felt like my entire world went up in flames with those bombs. But what if they escaped too? What if my family has been here waiting for me? They'd think I was dead! I keep fighting with Bear, but he evades my anger and pushes his point. I try to explain it to him but eventually recognize I'm not making much sense. It takes awhile for me to calm down enough to get things out more coherently. But Bear is insistent.

He's still mad, too. "Fine, you have to go to sector two. I get it. So, what then? You just want to walk out of here in the middle of the night? What about Spinner and Johnny? You're just gonna disappear on them?"

"I'm not ... No but, I mean, I have to go. What if they're here?" I plead.

Bear eyes me doubtfully.

Bear doesn't want me to go alone. He argues that if I do find my family, I might not be able to get word back to them. They wouldn't know if I made it okay. With all the focus on the marina, he figures they can use it as a chance to get some better intel on the situation there. I agree to let someone come with me, though it will delay me. But he's right, I have been here for weeks without even thinking of leaving, so I guess I can wait another day. Eventually I relent, reluctantly, because I am going to need his help and I'm not getting it otherwise. We sit in angry silence until I leave to lay down. All night, I toss and turn, unable to calm my anxious thoughts. I wonder what has happened to my family, if they are here, and how I will find them.

A/N: Edited to explain how Madge doesn't see Peeta's second interview when it's aired.