Three months since I escaped the arena.

Three months since I've been declared dead.

Three months since I've felt alive for the first time in years.

Raven's got a job for me tonight. Should be pretty simple. The Capitol has an official "Hall of Victors" in their museum. The Capitol citizens probably forget who won a few minutes after every Game and need a reminder. There's a statue of each Victor, holding whatever won their Games. I'm guessing there's more than one finely-sculpted granite statue gripping a bloody rock. Fortunately, that's not what I'm after. Nine years ago, Finnick Odair won his games with an expensive trident, given by an anonymous sponsor.

Very expensive. Very pretty. Pointy.

Raven knows a guy who'll trade a mini-hovercraft for it. Best part? Unlike the Capitol's hovercrafts, this one's been designed to be quiet. Very quiet. That appeals a lot to a girl like me.

So, I've been dropped behind the museum with a map of the inside, and I've been informed security is lousy. Even so, I'm a little unnerved. Something feels off about tonight. Or maybe the cheese I ate earlier is disagreeing with me. Hard to say.

I'm at the back door working on the lock, when a spotlight comes around forcing me to abandon it. I've got the first lock open, and there's only two more to go. The spotlight only comes around three more times before I get the door open. Good thing I'm patient.

So I'm inside the building, and it's the quietest place I've ever been. I can hear my own footsteps, and that's saying something. Fortunately, it's not that dark on the inside. I've been provided with some sort of stick containing glowing chemicals. Raven assured me that these things used to be all the rage hundreds of years ago for people my age.

Unfortunately, what worked a hundred years ago has lost its touch these days. I can barely read my map, and I'd have to be a real amateur to turn on one of the main lights. I remember from studying it on the way here that the library is to the left of the entrance. There should be something in there that'll help, and there's no windows. I doubt there's any video cameras in there, either. Nothing that the pampered, superficial Capitol citizens are reading would be of any interest to anyone.

I'm there, and I've checked my map with a lamp I've found. I'm about to go get what I came for, when I spot something that blows my mind. It's a map of Panem, but it's not the only thing on there for once. There's a big separation, but there's other places. We'd been told that the twelve districts and the Capitol are the only places that you can travel. I'm fascinated. I decide to pocket the map and see what Raven has to tell me about it later.

I was right. There are a lot of bloody rocks with these statues. I've noticed that there's no statue up of the two winners of the last Games. Although there is a bow laying on a pedestal. Not what I'm here for, though. I walk past a statue of a woman with diamond teeth that shine even in the dark, and I shiver involuntarily. Finally, I see it.

Finnick Odair. 65th Hunger Games winner. District 4. Wielder of the almighty trident.

Not anymore.

I'm halfway to the door carrying this thing and I hear an alarm buzzing. Doors are starting to slam from the ceiling. I'm just fast enough to slide under one, but some of my hair has been caught between the door and the floor. Good thing I've just grabbed something sharp. I give myself what I imagine is the worst haircut anyone in the Capitol's had for years, and practically fly out of the building. A few blocks away, Raven's waiting for me. She bursts out laughing when she sees me.

"I love what you've done with your hair, Foxface." she says with a smirk. She's been calling me that for the past three months, ever since she heard the girl from District 12 say it, and she knows I hate it. I can't help but smile anyway.