I am soo sorry about this chapter being so late! I have had a giant brain fart that lasted, like, a week. I think it is better by now, so as an apology thingy, I will make this chapter longer than my other. Some of you are confused about the twin idea. See, since the baby is made by the Capitol, it wouldn't be considered and actual, natural baby, and so since Gale…well…did stuff, Katniss would also be preggers with his baby. You could think of it as twins, but Alexis was formed by the Capitol. While she was growing inside of Katniss, so was Gale's baby, and so in, like, seven months, Katniss would have 2 babies. Do you guys get it now? Actually, it surprised me because no one liked my idea. In fact, a lot of you hated it. I don't think any of you are mean or something like that. In fact, thank you for telling me that because if you hadn't, I would have done it anyways. I just really wanted a kid named Oliver. I think I will use some of you guys' suggestions of another kid, but Peeta's. :3 I'll think about it. I should say sorry in advance because by brain still isn't working too well, so if the dialog is screwed up or the chapter is boring, I'm sorry. Once I get back on a roll things will be better, I promise. :3

We were silent as we walked back to the nursery. Prim was looking at her feet and frowning, clearly in thought. Peeta was staring ahead with a disturbed look in his eyes, while I was holding Alexis to me, as if it was going to help the strange thoughts that were bouncing around in my head. The boy—Aden—had died two days ago. He seemed in perfect health when I had seen him the day before. But he just…died.

"Hey, Katniss?" Prim looked up from the floor and was now looking intently at me, every trace of the jovial girl I had brushing my hair this morning was gone. "Is that why you wanted me to come with you?"

She didn't exactly specify, but I knew exactly what she meant. "I guess I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but yes."

Peeta looked over at me, and seeing my guilt-stricken face, put a comforting arm around my shoulders. "Weren't we going to see if we can find Haymitch today?"

"I sort of just feel like crawling into bed and sleeping for a few weeks." I sighed and leaned lightly against Peeta as we walked. "What I would give to be a normal girl again."

"Should we go back to your room or... the nursery?" Peeta, like always, was worried about me.

"No let's go see if we can find our old drunken mentor." That was part sarcasm, but even though neither of us said it, we both knew it was true.

"Can I still follow you two? Mother is out on an errand with Gale and I have nowhere to be." Prim asked, still right next to me.

"Of course." I smiled at her though my sadness. "I invited you in the first place. Now… if I was Haymitch where would I be…?"

We slowed our walking and pondered this.

"He doesn't sleep here, does he? Here meaning the Refuge Quarters." Peeta asked with a frown.

Alexis made a small noise and I began to rock her. "No I don't think he does. They wouldn't make him stay here when he planned what he did. They probably offered him lodging in Main Quarter."

Peeta made a face. "You mean we have to go there?"

"Yeah." I said, understanding it a little more even as I talked. "We might even be able to find someone 'official' enough to have a roster of the people in that quarter."

He said nothing to this. It was obvious he didn't want to go to the Main Quarter for some reason, but I felt obligated to find my old mentor because if it weren't for him, I would probably be rotting away in the ground by now.

"How are you going to find the Main Quarter?" Prim always had to be the logical one. I hadn't even thought of that.

"Well… We'll just walk around a little, hoping to run into a big sign saying RQ-MQ or something like that." I was frowning.

We walked for about an hour, passing both familiar and unfamiliar landmarks on the way: the big double doors of the cafeteria, a medium-sized room that people called "the lounge", the judge's office, and tightly closed doors that looked frightening. Finally, when I was about to call it quits for the day (because Alexis had begun to fuss), there, in front of us, was the rusty old sign we have been waiting for. RQ-MQ. I had a hard time not falling to my knees before it and kissing the ground.

"This looks somewhat more menacing than the one to the shop place." Primrose looked uneasy.

Peeta frowned, but it disappeared as soon as it had come. "Maybe it is to keep out the refugees. Although I wouldn't know why they would do that."

I shifted the light weight of Alexis in my arms and huddled close to him and Prim. Without any other sign of unease, we began walking down the corridor, and I inwardly thought that if Haymitch wasn't there, I would personally see to his destruction.

This corridor was quite a bit longer than the last one; it took about an hour to walk through swerving halls, only lit by cracked yellow lamps placed on the ceiling every few feet. Alexis seemed to not enjoy the passage as much as the next person. She fussed and squirmed in my arms, and eventually I handed her to Peeta in desperation. Comically enough, Alexis shut her mouth as soon as Peeta began humming to her, and her eyelids began to droop.

"How come she likes you better than me?" I said in a low voice, eying my sleeping baby.

"She likes you, too." He said indignantly. "My voice is just naturally soothing to females."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course it is. Just keep telling yourself—Wait! Someone's coming."

All three of us squinted down the dimly lit passageway, where a dark figure was approaching. Strangely enough, it seemed as though the oncoming shadow was wavering from side to side. Our walking slowed.

"Talk of the devil…" Prim whispered, and I fought the urge to laugh at her strange usage of words.

"…and the devil will appear." Peeta finished as the figure came into view.

Face red and blotchy, holding a skinny bottle of scotch, was my old mentor. He wore grungy clothes, patched and filthy, with a ripped black jacket swung over his shoulders.

Haymitch stopped in front of us and peered at us with his watery eyes. Finally, he pointed a thick finger at me and said, "What are you doing here?"

I awkwardly crossed my arms in front of me and bit my lip. "Actually, we were coming to find you."

Haymitch roared with laughter. "And why do you want to find me, darling?"

"Actually I was hoping to find you a little less drunk." I said a little too sharply.

"You should be use to it by now." For the first time, Haymitch cast his eyes to Peeta, and then down at the bundle of still blankets in his arms. "You two have been busy."

I blushed madly and immediately went on defense. "Believe it or not, Haymitch, that was a result of the Capitol."

Haymitch wouldn't have it. He nudged Peeta's arm and gave him a very indiscreet thumbs-up and wink.

Peeta sighed with annoyance. "Her name is Alexis."

"I suppose you won't let your good old mentor hold her, then?" He completely ignored Prim, who was looking very uncomfortable.

"Your drunk, Haymitch. Maybe when your sober, but no offense, I am not sure I trust you enough."

Haymitch chuckled. "Smart girl."

I frowned at him and slipped my hand around the crook of Peeta's arm. Haymitch was acting weird. "We should be getting back."

"See you, darling." My old mentor wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, but before turning away, he said, "And good job, by the way."

"For what?" I hope he was not putting out any more innuendos about me and Peeta, because that was pretty embarrassing.

"For saving Panem. It was pretty successful. Anyways, see you later." With no elaboration, Haymitch turned back around began walking away from us.

When he was out of sight, we began walking back the way we came from. Prim, who hadn't said anything since we spotted Haymitch, seemed grateful when I took her hand.

"If he wasn't so drunk all the time, Haymitch might have been a nice person, but those innuendos were uncalled for." I shook my head.

Peeta, who was grinning, said nothing.

I eyed him suspiciously. "Why are you smirking? Did those insinuations make you satisfied or-or proud or something? Because I think they were rude."

He shook his head, but still said nothing.

"Keep your silence if you may, Peeta but I know what you were thinking." And I did. All boys were the same.

"Do you really?" he was subconsciously rocking Alexis in his arms, and seemed to have gotten a kick out of Haymitch's "nudge-and-wink", which always meant, in the language of the exotic creatures known as boys, "score".

The rest of our trip back to the Refuge Quarters was silent, only interrupted by the slap, slap of our shoes. It was almost peaceful, up until there was the frantic sound of running, and a figure nearly collided into me. I let out a noise of surprised and stared at Finnick Odair, who looked frantic and off-balance.

"Finnick! What are you doing here?" I said as he regained balance.

He didn't seem to notice the baby in Peeta's arms. Instead, he turned to me. "It's Gale. You had better come quickly."

Argh that chapter sucked really bad. Oh well. You know, I feel kind of stupid, because I don't even know what is wrong with Gale. I had only written that part to end the chapter. I think it will all work out, because that would lead to the announcement of Finnick and Annie. :D I love Finnick!