(A/N: In this chapter, Peeta remembers details about the previous countries before Panem came to exist. Since the book said Panem used to be North America, that means basically, US Canada and Mexico. I'm going to elaborate based on where in North America each district might be. It is completely my opinion, as there is no accurate map of the where the districts are located.)

The broth is good, and I am able to keep it down, which shocks me. Still, I am only able to sip a few spoonfuls. I push the bowl away and yawn. "No, I don't think so," she tells me. "Eat more."

"Really, Katniss, I can't."

"Yes you can. You can live days after losing like half your blood. You can do anything." I shake my head. "I really just want to sleep." She sighs. She wants me to eat more, but I am queasy at the thought. My body isn't healthy enough yet. It is still in shutdown mode. Eating is probably confusing it. She taps her fingers on her knee. She looks up at the sky then down at the ground, she looks like she is debating something. "Okay," she says, "let's try this." I await anxiously. What? "Try what?"

"For every sip you take, I'll do something for you."

"Anything?"

"Anything reasonable. Answer questions, kiss you, etc. I won't go do something crazy like jump out of trees and shit." That was the first time I heard her curse. Kind of funny. "Okay. What's the deal with you and Gale, like, honestly." She looks away. "Take a sip first." I shake my head. "A deal's a deal." She sighs again. "I love Gale, he's like family. He's always had my back."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Take a sip." I force myself to do as she says. Then she goes on. "There is nothing, and hasn't ever been anything romantic between Gale and I." I take another sip, earning me another personal question that she would never answer if we weren't playing this little game. "But did you ever want there to be?"

"No…Maybe… I really don't know." She looks like she wants to stop, but I take two more sips, which causes her to bite her lip to prepare for my next question. "Explain that."

"Peeta come on this makes me uncomfortable."

"Okay, you don't have to answer."

"Thank you." I take two more sips of the broth, then I guess she feels guilty because she answers me anyway. "I guess, you know, I always kind of thought I'd end up with Gale. I mean, that's what everyone expected. You think I didn't hear the gossip going on in town?" I actually didn't think she knew about that. "We'd get looks and I'd hear whispers all the time, that's why I was always in such a hurry to leave. I wasn't ready for any of that. My main priority was Prim and my mother." At this point, it starts to rain, which is actually very beneficial, because if we speak in low voices, the country can't hear what we say above the rain. I nod my head, now that she's going, I don't think she wants to stop. It must feel nice to let it out. "I didn't want to get married and I especially didn't, or, don't want to have kids. Because of this." She says, meaning the Hunger Games. "So, I don't know." It takes me five minutes, but I finally manage to sip three spoonfuls. "Did you ever kiss him?"

"No." Katniss says she doesn't know about Gale. You never really know about someone until you kiss them. "I'm sorry," I say. "What for?"

"For making you talk about stuff you didn't want to talk about."

"It's fine. I volunteered half of that information anyway. Just don't bring it up again, please?" I nod. I take one more sip of soup, and lean forward to kiss her. She gets up. "I'm going to go for a walk."

"In the rain?"

"I'm not going far, I'll be right back."

I doze off, and when I wake up, I realize I'm finally warm. Though my temperature has been sky high, I've been shivering. I look down and see Katniss' head nuzzled against my neck, between my chest and head. She's sleeping. She must have gotten cold, my body heat is high enough to make this sleeping bag feel like a warm bed back home. I don't know if I should, but I put my arm around her and fall back asleep. I wake up a couple of times after that, each time she's sleeping in almost the same position she was the last time. Each time I realize there is a freshly damp cloth on my forehead. She must be waking up and changing it. I don't think it will do anything, but the fact that she is trying to take care of me means a lot.

Then, I wake up for good in the morning. I feel warm still, and I'm sweating. I realize my fever must have broken. I feel my head, and it's less hot. It's still there, though. I look to Katniss, but then realize that she isn't there. I sit up against the cave wall and anxiously await for her to return. After about ten minutes, I become afraid that something is wrong and I try to stand up to go find her. When I'm getting up, she walks down. "I got up and you were gone, I was worried about you." She laughs. "You were worried about me? Have you seen yourself lately?"

"I thought Cato and Clove might have found you. They like to hunt at night."

"Clove? Which one is that?"

"The girl from District 2. She's still alive, right?"

"Yes, there's here and Cato, Thresh and Foxface. That's what I named the girl from 3." She asks me how I feel and I tell her I feel much better than the day before. "This is a much better improvement over the mud. Clean clothes and a sleeping bag…and you." She looks surprised, then shakes her head like she remembers something, though I can't figure out what's going on in her mind. I don't want to ask. I don't want to make her uncomfortable again. She reaches her hand to stroke my cheek and I grab it. "No, you're not kissing me again until you eat." She says, yanking her hand away. This is much better motivation to get me to eat than simply saying, "Shut up and eat your pears."

After some persuading, I convince her to sleep. She lies down on the sleeping bag and I'm sitting up against the rock. I push her hair behind her ear as she falls asleep. She was pissed when I let her sleep until near dark. I told her I liked watching her sleep because she didn't scowl, and then she scowled at me and made me laugh. She notices that my fever is worse. I have noticed, I just hoped she wouldn't. She forces me to drink water then rechecks my injuries. She stares at my leg with the red streaks and looks worried. She tries to comfort me by telling me that although it's inflamed, the pus is gone. "I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss." I do. And I'm actually realizing that although the last two days have been more than I could hope for, I don't kid myself. I will die. She tells me the Capitol will cure it when we win, and I agree with her to stop her worrying. She then tells me to eat more to keep my strength up.

That night, before I fall asleep, I ask her to tell me a story. She looks at me pleadingly. "No, not like that. Just a story." She decides to tell me how she got Prim's goat. "I knew that goat would be a gold mine." She says. That is not why she got it, I know that, and she knows that, she just hates admitting empathy and vulnerability to the audience. "Yes, of course I was referring to that, not the lasting joy you gave your sister that you love so much you took her place in the reaping." I smile. I'm expecting a laugh, but I just get another smartass reply. Which is okay, too. This is part of the reasons I admire her so much. She feels my head again and lies by telling me I'm cooler. I know I'm not. I'm freezing again, my arms folded across my chest, my teeth chattering.

We're interrupted by Claudius Templesmith. He announces that all tributes should go to the Cornucopia at dawn. "There is something each of you desperately need. Each of you will find that something in a backpack, marked with your district number, at the cornucopia at dawn. Think hard about showing up, for some of you, this will be your last chance." That last sentence told me exactly what would be in the backpack marked with a 12. Medicine. I need it. If I can get It, I'll live. But I can't get it. Katniss is going to try and get it. Absolutely not. I'd rather die than have Katniss die and then just wait here to be killed off or die of blood poisoning.

I don't waste any time. "No. You're not risking your life for me." Of course she is upset. She doesn't like being told what to do, that's her. But I think I should have a say in this, since it's my life that hangs in the balance. Katniss is not going. Period. She tries to act all indifferent and aloof but she's a horrible liar. "Who said I was?" I stifle a laugh and she glares at me. I straighten up. "So you're not going?"

"Of course I'm not going. Give me some credit, you think I'd go for a free-for-all against Clove and Cato and Thresh? I'm not stupid." She is going.

"You're such a bad liar, Katniss, I don't know how you survived this long." If looks could kill…I start to mimic her, and at first she kind of laughs at how ridiculous I sound, but then I tell her, "never gamble at cards. You'll lose your last coin." Her face flushes pink, and she is angry now. All the better. If I piss her off enough she might just tell me to "F*ck off" and go win the games. Okay, I'm kidding myself. She may not be in love with me, but at least she cares. She would not have kissed me if she didn't care about me. "All right, I am going, and you can't stop me." Ah, I see, I can play too. "I'll follow you, I might only make it halfway to the Cornucopia, but I'll yell your name, and someone will find me. Then I'll be dead for sure." She hates losing. "You won't get a hundred yards from here on that leg." She says it more to convince herself of that, I think. "I'll drag myself. If you go, I'm going to." She bites her lip again, this time out of frustration. "What am I supposed to do? Sit here and watch you die?" I won't die, I promise, if you promise not to go." But I will die. I know this. And I don't like lying to her, but I, on the other hand, am very good at it. She makes a deal with me, I have to listen and do as she says, eat all my food, and drink all the water she gives me.

An hour later, she brings me some mashed berries and has a hopeful look on her face. "I brought you a little treat, I found a new patch of berries farther downstream." I take a bite, and the taste throws me off. Berries normally are kind of sweet, but kind of tart. This stuff is extremely sweet, I can barely taste the tart. "They're very sweet." I tell her, slightly suspicious, though I don't know why. "Yes, they're sugar berries. My mom makes jam from them, you've never had them before?

"No. But they taste familiar." I try to remember just where I'd tasted this before. I remember associating the taste with something thick, maybe a milkshake? No, it can't be. Katniss says they only grow wild. They taste just like syrup my mother used to give me when I was a child and I was sick. They make you sleep. "They're sweet as syrup." When I've said it out loud, I realize that what she gave me is exactly that: Sleep syrup. "Syrup? NO!" I try to gag myself, but she puts her hand over my mouth, and I have no choice but to swallow. I look at her one last time. She is going to try and get that medicine. How could she trick me this way? Even if it is to save my life, this is betrayal. I find myself becoming unconscious, and there is no way out of it. The last thing I remember is falling on my side, and closing my eyes.

I don't know what I've done to deserve so many second chances, but I get yet another one. I wake up in the morning, and I feel a lot better. The swelling is down, I'm no longer constantly shivering, and I don't feel nauseated. Somehow, Katniss must have got the medicine into me. Then I look around to find her passed out near the entrance to the cave. They way she is lying suggests that she didn't just decide to sleep, she fell there. I'm instantly worried, of course. I get to her as fast as I can, and roll her over. She's got a huge gash on her forehead just above her eye. Whoever or whatever injured her, if the cut had been one inch lower, on her temple, she'd be a goner. However, though she and I are both alive, neither of us are out of the woods. Katniss has lost a lot of blood as well. I can tell when I lift up her head and see a pool of blood on the ground where her head was. I muster up all my strength to pick her up, and I fold up the sleeping back into a pillow, elevating her torso, preventing any further blood loss. It's afternoon.

I want to shake her awake so that she can tell me herself to stop being a baby and that she is fine. In the end, though, I decide not to. If she is to get her strength back, she needs to sleep. Now, both of us are very badly injured. If, somehow, they find us, we're screwed. But, if she was injured by Cato or Clove, they'll likely pick off the other two tributes before coming for her. In this condition, they know she won't go looking for them. The girl that Katniss calls "Foxface" hasn't killed anyone so far, her main form of offense is just basically hiding until everyone else kills each other. Thresh could easy have caused this, but after what she did for Rue, that seems unlikely also.

I spend the next hour or so doing my best to nurse Katniss back to health. I use her first aid kit to clean her wound, then I wrap her head in a bandage. I am sure to keep her head elevated. For the first few hours, blood keeps seeping out, although slowly. I have to keep changing her bandage. Then, as darkness falls, the blood finally seems to stop. I am stroking her hair when I hear the Capitol anthem. I look through a crevice in the cave roof towards the sky. When the seal disappears, Clove's face covers the sky. Five of us left, Cato being the most dangerous. I'm not sure how Clove died, but I'm sure Cato will go after whoever killed Clove before the rest, and I'm hoping it wasn't Katniss.

The sky is bright for a moment: lightning. The thunder clap comes four seconds later. There is a thunderstorm four miles away. Katniss is low on blood, and so am I, so rain wouldn't be the best thing for us right now. I grab a piece of plastic I find and spend awhile fidgeting with it to try to wedge it between some rocks over Katniss' upper body. Finally, I am successful. I presume it must be near midnight, based on where the moon is in the sky. I'm honestly a little worried now. We're both easy pickings for Thresh, Cato, or Foxface right now, even though there are two of us. Katniss has passed out, and I'm still weak. Not to mention, my cut hasn't fully healed, and I don't think it will until we're back in the Capitol. That's if by some miracle we even make it back.

For the first time in I don't know how long, I'm hungry. Very hungry. I get up and go get three pieces of the groosling that Katniss tried to force me to eat earlier, along with some raisins. It tastes incredible. It's a little old and it's cold but after not eating in a week or so, it's pretty damn good. Then I realize that since we're both weak, the food might have to last awhile. I curse myself for taking more than I needed. I hope she's not too upset about it. At least I didn't go run off on a suicide mission to heal her. Which, by the way, I'm extremely grateful for. She risked her life for me. I'm not even the least bit angry. I really wasn't angry before, just scared. How could I live with myself if she died trying to save me? No matter, she's here, and she's safe, at least for now. If we can keep the audience entertained with romance, the gamemakers won't be tempted to push one of their little sadistic buttons to kill us. I don't think Cato or the other tributes will find us here anyway.

Katniss' boots are soaking wet, and I'm a little miffed that I didn't notice it earlier. Don't need her getting sick. I take off her boots and socks, but there really isn't anywhere for them to dry quickly, since it's raining, so I just leave them on the rocks beside her. Then I tuck her feet back into the sleeping bag, and climb in with her. I'm not sleepy, but I am slightly cold and I know she is too. No sense sitting up against a rock anyway, the sleeping bag is much more comfortable.

My eyes open, and though it's still raining, it's not dark anymore. It looks to be early morning. Katniss is still sleeping. I didn't mean to fall asleep but I guess it's good that I did. My body will heal faster when sleeping. I am hungry again, but I force myself to ignore it. She needs to eat as soon as she wakes up to get her strength up, and our food is a little low. Maybe I'll eat later if I absolutely have to. I sit up, but I'm still in the sleeping bag. I start to run the back of my hand lightly over her cheek, and even though she is sleeping, a smile spreads across her face, and I know she feels comforted.

After a few minutes, the smile leaves. I'm wondering what's wrong. Is she feeling pain? Is she having a nightmare? Is she still cold? "Katniss? Katniss, can you hear me?" I tell her. Slowly, her eyes open and she notices where she is. Still in the Hunger Games, still in the cave, still wrapped in my arms. "Peeta," she says my name, then, thankfully, her frown fades, but her smile doesn't come back. "Hey, good to see your eyes again." It takes her awhile to focus. "How long was I out?"

"Not sure. I woke up yesterday evening and you were lying next to me in a very scary pool of blood. I think it's stopped finally, but I wouldn't sit up or anything." She lifts her hand up to feel her head, and she feels the bandage. I reach over and grab a bottle of water and open the cap. I put it near her mouth and she knows I want her to drink. She drinks at least three quarters of the bottle before coming up for air. "You're better," she says. "Much better. Whatever you shot in my arm did the trick. By this morning, almost all the swelling in my leg was gone."

"Did you eat?" Here it is. I hope she isn't too upset with me. "I'm sorry to say I gobbled down three pieces of that groosling before I realized it may have to last awhile. Don't worry, I'm back on a strict diet." Her face is indifferent, but she tells me, "No, it's good. You need to eat. I'll go hunting soon." Well, that won't be for awhile. Not with her head like that. "Not too soon, alright? You just let me take care of you for awhile." It feels good to say that. After her taking care of me? She was more vulnerable with me than she was alone. Yet she stayed, she nursed me back to health, and against all odds, I might live. I grab the groosling and the raisins and force her to eat.

She manages to eat one piece and a few raisins, then she finishes the bottle of water and lies her head back down completely. She turns away from me, lying on her side, her back towards me. I reach down and warm up her feet, then wrap the sleeping bag around them tightly. Desperate for conversation, I say, "Your boots and socks are still wet and the weather's not helping much." Great. I told her her shoes are wet, which she probably knows, and I told her it's raining, which she is staring at. After all that time alone for three days I couldn't find anything else to say? Really?

Thunder roars through the sky, and Katniss looks up to see the lightning coming through a crack in the ceiling of the cave. I hadn't noticed that. There's a small pool of water underneath it. Luckily, it's lower than we are, so it won't run up here. It dawns on me that the rain is probably not natural. A Gamemaker stunt? Why would they cause rain? It's not like rain will drive us together or kill anyone. Still, I'm grateful for the distraction. It gives Katniss and I a few days to get our strength up before Cato and Thresh come looking for us. "I wonder what brought on this storm. I mean, who's the target?"

"Cato and Thresh. Foxface will be in her den somewhere." That's right, I've forgotten about foxface. I don't think she'll come looking for us though. "…And clove…" She begins to tell me, before I interrupt. "I know Clove's dead. I saw her in the sky last night." Now it comes time to ask. "Did you kill her?" Oh, please say no. "No. Thresh broke her skull with a rock." I want to be happy then I realize how messed up that is. Clove is still just a kid, like the rest of us. Still, it makes it easier on us to get to Cato, when our strength is up.

"Lucky he didn't catch you too."

"He did, but he let me go." What? Why would he do that? Then she tells me. "He asked me about Rue. I told him about Marvel, about the flowers, about the song. He told me that he heard the song when he was injured and it gave him the strength to keep going. He let me go. "He let you go because he didn't want to owe you anything?" This doesn't make any sense to me. Of course, if she'd saved his life, I'd understand. But Rue? I know she was just a girl, but Cato wouldn't hesitate to kill Katniss if it had been Clove that she rescued. And Cato and Clove were much closer than Rue and Thresh. I still wonder if Cato and Clove had something romantic going on. Most likely not, but possibly.

"Yes. I don't expect you to understand it. You've always had enough. But if you'd lived in the Seam, I wouldn't have to explain." Her words cut deeper than Cato's sword did. Okay, I know I always had enough, but it didn't mean I was just coasting through life without a worry in the world. Most of my friends were from the Seam, the girl I threw the bread to five years ago is from the Seam. Would I have so desperately wanted to help her if I didn't understand? "And don't try. Obviously I'm too dim to get it."

"It's like the bread, how I never seem to get over owing you for that." I know what she is talking about, but I want to see where she is going with it so I play dumb. "The bread? What, from when we were kids? I think we can let that go. I mean, you just brought me back from the dead." It's ridiculous that I have to explain this to her. Does she really think that she didn't repay me for that bread? After saving my life? After risking her own life to get my medicine? "But you didn't know me," she tells me. "We had never spoken. Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't have even been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then."

I know what she means. She was too weak from starvation to go hunt. If she didn't get the bread, she wouldn't have been able to hunt. If she didn't hunt, she wouldn't have gotten better. She wouldn't have been able to feed her family, she wouldn't have been able to last this long in the games. Still, the look in her eyes when she picked up the loaves was enough for me. Seeing her doing well, seeing her gain weight back, and seeing her back in school, those were all pluses. She says then, "Why did you anyway?" Why did I what? Why did I help her? She has to know that. Isn't it obvious? Does she still think I'm doing this for the cameras? I'm not. None of this was for the cameras.

"Why? You know why…" She shakes her head. She really thinks this has all been just an act. "Haymitch said you would take a lot of convincing."

"Haymitch? What's he got to do with it?" I am a little bothered by this. She really doesn't see it. I think of just telling her right then and there, just coming out with it, and if I was still dying, I may have. But, now that I've got time, I want her to figure it out herself. "Nothing. So Cato and Thresh huh? I guess it's too much to hope that they'll simultaneously destroy each other?" I obviously must have said something wrong, because she's on guard again. "I think we would like Thresh, I think he would be our friend back in District 12." Okay, but we aren't in District 12. We are in the Hunger Games, and regardless of our feelings for any of the tributes, if they live, we die. Does she think Thresh won't hesitate to slaughter her if he comes across her again? Of course he won't. It doesn't matter if he's a good guy, which, I'm sure he is. But he has family to get back to also. And he's eighteen, so he probably has a girlfriend or a wife back in District 11. "Then let's hope Cato kills him, so we don't have to." I mean this. I don't want to kill Thresh. I didn't want to kill the District 8 girl, although by doing so I put her out of her misery. I don't even want to kill Cato, but I will, if I have to.

Katniss looks upset. At first, I figure she's in pain. "What's wrong? Are you in a lot of pain? "I want to go home, Peeta." Oh, wow. Is this happening? She told me she wants to go home. This ignites something in me. It makes me want to hug her and tell her I'll make sure she gets home. But I can't. I can't promise her that I'll get her home. All I can do is try. Still, maybe she just needs to believe it. "You will. I promise." I lean down to kiss her. "I want to go home now," she says, letting a tear fall. She feels broken. All this time, she had to look a certain way and act a certain way so people won't mistake her as weak. Now, she's finally giving in to the pain she feels, and I am glad for it. She can't keep that bottled up inside, and she needs someone to confide in, and I am here, I always will be here. But, I don't like seeing her cry. "Tell you what, you go back to sleep and dream of home, and you'll be there for real before you know it. Okay?" She dries her eyes. "Okay. Wake me if you need me to keep watch."

"I'm good and rested, thanks to you and Haymitch. Besides, who knows how long this will last?" I say, meaning the rain.

Hours go by, and I allow myself to eat ten raisins. That's enough to at least keep the Hunger pains away. In the time I've got to myself, I notice why the Capitol refers to this as the Hunger Games. Whoever wins will never go hungry again. Tributes have to sign up for tessarae to feed their hungry families, putting them more at risk of being reaped. It's cruel, and it's sick. If it's possible, I hate the Capitol even more now. Only they could try to put a positive spin on starving, overworked citizens. I wonder for awhile what the countries that were here before were like. We learn things in history books, but the books are biased. The Capitol has to approve all school textbooks before we get them. So, though the facts are probably true, what the Capitol's textbooks say about the facts will most certainly be biased. Panem is made up of three prior countries. Northern Panem used to be called "Canada." Central Panem used to be called "The United States," or, when other countries referred to it, "America." Southern Panem was known as "Mexico". Most of what Canada and Mexico was is underwater now. District 7 lies half in northern Panem, half in central. Southern Panem has District 4 and District 8, while Central Panem has the rest.

Panem was born 100 years ago. Apparently, there were two wars that involved the entire world 200 years ago. Then by the time the whole world got involved in their third conflict, a few of the countries had weapons so advanced they could level the countries, putting a lot of countries, and parts of others, underwater. Then, the nuclear power from the weapons messed with the delicate balance of things, causing hurricanes, floods, tsunamis, tornadoes, and other natural disasters, killing many people, all over the world. Out of these ashes, new countries rebuilt. We don't learn about countries outside of Panem, though. President Snow doesn't allow it, though the Capitol assures us that we are safe. Who knows if that's true or not.

The central part of Panem, that used to be the United States, had a very different way of living than we do. History books don't really tell us about it, but my dad's grandfather used to tell him stories of the world before. Most people had more than they needed, other people still got by, but the amount of starved citizens was extremely low. The didn't have a dictatorial president like Snow, either. They had three separate branches of government, so that one of them couldn't get too powerful. Citizens of the country got to choose who led them, which is something I can only dream about. If we had that option, Snow wouldn't be in the Capitol right now. But perhaps the best story I'd heard, passed down from my great grandfather, was that the citizens were free. They could go anywhere they wanted in the country. They could even leave the country and explore different parts of the world. They could say whatever they wanted to about their government and not be killed, or even arrested.

My mind gets away from me and I realize how much time has gone by. It's evening now. The sun is beginning to set. I decide I should wake up Katniss so she can eat more, and, okay, I'm pretty hungry too. When she opens her eyes, she notices that the rain has turned into a downpour, it's much stronger than before. I don't know about her, but I kind of enjoy the sound. I notice it then, to, and decide to put the pot that held the broth under that crevice in the ceiling. Katniss sits up. I don't want her head to bleed again, but she can't really eat lying on her back, and she really needs to eat more than she did earlier to be able to heal. It occurs to me that I don't know how she got the head wound, but I decide to wait and see if she tells me herself.

"Should we try to ration it?" I tell her, looking at the scarce amount we've got left. "No, let's just finish it. The groosling's getting old anway, and the last thing we need is to get sick off spoiled food." She splits the remains into two equal piles. I do my best to eat slowly and fill up faster, but since I've been able to eat, my body has been craving food constantly to make up for what was lost. "Tomorrow is a hunting day," she tells me. I really don't know how she can see straight with that head wound, but I don't argue. "I won't be much help with that, I've never hunted before." Of course, this comes as no surprise to her. "I'll kill and you cook." I feel a little demasculated. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Oh well. Who am I kidding? I'm no hunter, I am a baker's son. "And you can always gather." That's true. At least I can go and get some berries and stuff. "I wish there was some sort of bread bush out there," I'm trying to joke, but bread sounds so good I hate myself for even saying the word. Katniss makes it worse when she tells me the bread she got from District 11 was still warm. My mouth waters. Warm bread would be a godsend right now.

Katniss and I chew a few mint leaves. It doesn't keep the hunger at bay, but it gives our mouths something to do so we don't think about it. It's not the first thing that came to mind when she told me it would keep our mouths busy, but it will do. I strain my eyes to look into the watery hole in the ceiling when the anthem begins to play. I am desperately hoping that the sky will show Thresh and Cato, but no faces come up. There hasn't been any action in awhile, romantic or gruesome, so I am afraid that tomorrow, the game makers will alter that.