DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does. I just love the story and I'm taking the characters for a spin.

OH MY GOSH! I'm sorry…so sorry. It's been so busy around here. I know you guys don't want to sit around listening to excuses all day, so…enjoy!

The next few days fly by. They're full of writing letters, playing "Real or Not Real", watching the Victory Tour, and talking on the phone to Annie Odair. She's a good ways into her pregnancy, and it makes me feel so warm on the inside to know that she's still doing okay without Finnick. I think she's learned how to keep herself in the real world now.

Parts of the conversation drift into my mind as I stare at the ceiling.

"Peeta?"

"Yes, Annie?"

She hesitates. "I'm naming the baby Finn."

I can't help but smile. "That's perfect," I say. "It's a boy?"

"It sure as hell better be."

I find myself chuckling at this now, as I hear the door open.

"Time to wake up!" Beatrice calls. "It's gonna be a big, big, big day!"

I groan. I've heard that too many times in my life. She laughs.

"But seriously, dear, it's time to get up." She says. I, already fully awake, get out of bed pretty quickly. She sets down my breakfast; pancakes. I love these things. I don't see why we didn't sell them in the bakery…

I enthusiastically start eating it up with some syrup on top, and powdered sugar for good measure. I hear sniffling.

"Bea?"

She wipes her eyes. "I'm sorry! Sweetheart, this is your last day. I'm going to miss you!"

"I'm going to miss you, too, Bea. But we can write letters," I say. "Maybe you could even come and visit…"

She smiles. "I don't know about that, but the letters! That's a great idea."

I grin and finish what's left of my pancakes. I really am going to miss her…she's been like a mother to me these past few months. More than my real mother ever was to me. I try not to think about it.

Beatrice is packing my clothes into a suitcase. I find myself looking at her, and I start when she looks up. "Problem?" she asks.

"Nah. Just thinking," I say, as I start to take out my pills for the day.

"Okay then," she says. "I'm going to put this folder in here"—she holds up a yellow folder—"…it's full of the list of your medicines, and Katniss', and a list of phone numbers to contact Dr. Aurelis, President Paylor, myself, and a few other doctors, along with our mail addresses."

I nod. "Thank you, Bea. For everything."

She smiles. "You're so welcome. This…this is so bitter sweet. I'm going to miss you so much. But I'm so glad that you're better. And you're going to get even better, as time goes by."

I'm not so sure, but I still fake some kind of smile for her. Hey, at least I'm going home.

"Okay," she starts. "Train station. Ten minutes. See you there."

A/N: SHORT! So insanely short. I promise, the next one will be longer. Oh, and also, I know it's been seriously forever since I updated, but…I'm going to aim for once a week; I'd like for you guys to annoy me if I don't. I need to work on my self-discipline…ANYWAY. Another thing:

I have a slight idea on where I want this story to go, but I also want your ideas. If you have one, or something you want to see, or even character you want to see. (I actually incorporated Annie in this chapter! :3 Katriana Freelander will be so proud…) anyway. I think that about covers it. Thanks for reading! Review~!