(Point of View: Katniss)

I woke up still alive. These people were going to do anything they could to see that I stayed alive, I guess. I knew I should be grateful, but I had mixed feelings instead. Turning on my side, I could see that I was wearing a white nightgown. It was so bright. I looked down at my arms and hands. Someone had washed them. I sighed as Greasy Sae arrived in my room with some broth and bread.

"You have to eat, "she said. Her gaze was fixed on me. "I've lived 80 years in this district, and I'm not going to watch a rich girl like you starve. I've seen too many people starve already."

It was hard to refuse Greasy Sae when she explained it that way. I took the bread and broth and started to eat it very slowly. It occurred to me that Greasy Sae would have been 5 years old when the last rebellion happened and district 12 became essentially enslaved by the Capitol.

"Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Yes, child."

"Was this revolution worth it? Worth all the death and destruction?"

"yes and no." She answered. "Your children's children will think it was worth it, and you may never think it was worth it. After all, you know what it cost. I will say this. Nobody is being hanged, flogged, or starved in our district now. That's because of the revolution."

"Or because there's almost nobody left to hang, flog or starve." I said smugly.

"There's truth in that too." Sae said nodding.

(Point of View: Peeta)

I thought of planting evening primroses in honor of Prim on the train to District 12. I had seen flowers being given at funerals in the Capitol. They were usually cut flowers. Cut flowers seemed like a waste though. Why not plant flowers for Katniss that would keep honoring her sister's memory instead? The only down-side to my plan to plant primroses was that it involved me going into the woods to find some. It wasn't as bad as I thought though. I only had to remind myself that I was home in District 12 and not in the arena twice. Soon I was on my way to Victor's Village with a cart full of primroses. The digging was easy because it had rained recently. I thought I'd wait until I had planted all the primroses before going in to see Katniss. Maybe I could convince her to get out of the rocking chair to see the primroses. Then I heard footsteps and turned to see Katniss standing in front of me. She looked thin, much too thin. Her hair looked dirty and matted. I was taken aback, but I tried not to show it. I felt like I was 12 years old all over again – desperate to help Katniss survive.

"You're back!" She said.

"Dr. Aurelius wouldn't let me leave the Capitol until yesterday," I said "By the way; he says he can't pretend to treat you forever. You have to pick up the phone."

Suddenly Katniss turned and ran towards the house. I tried to grab her arm and follow her, but she had a head start. She slammed the door and I heard it lock behind her.

I stood still for a moment. My hands started to shake as I felt the breeze on my face. Was she trying to hurt me? Had she always been trying to hurt me? Was she going to get her bow to kill me? I dropped the shovel and leaned my back against the side of the house. With my hands on my head I dropped down to the dirt. Grabbing the shovel again, I gripped my hands around it as hard as I possibly could.

What was it that I was supposed to do if Katniss didn't want to see me? I thought. Then I remembered.

Find Delly.

(Point of View: Delly)

Peeta arrived at my front door rambling about Katniss. It wasn't completely unexpected. He and Dr. Aurelius had called two days before to ask if I'd be of support to Peeta if anything went poorly after his arrival home. I thought Peeta was brave for having come down to 12 at all. Personally, I thought it might be easier on Peeta and Katniss if they tried to move on to new relationships, but it was not my decision to make.

"Peeta, slow down. I can't understand you." I said. He did slow down. In fact, he stopped talking for a few minutes. Then he resumed in a calmer tone.

"It was a mistake to come here, Delly." He said.

"To my house, Peeta? No, that wasn't a mistake. I am supposed to be here for you." I replied.

"No, it was a mistake to come back to District 12." He said.

"What happened, Peeta?" I asked

"She didn't want to see me. You don't know what I've been through to get to come back here, and Katniss didn't even want to see me!" He said.

"Are you sure that's true? Is that what she said?" I asked

"No, she just ran away."

"And you've never run away, Peeta? Perhaps because you didn't know what to say or weren't ready to face something." I countered. "Are you having an episode or are you hurt?'

"Hurt mostly. I don't feel any signs of an episode coming on." He said.

"That's good." I said. "Come on. We are going to the marketplace."

"Why, Delly? I don't want to go to the marketplace."

"Come on," I said pulling on his arm.

We arrived at the marketplace at the busiest time of day, but we navigated the small crowd without too much difficulty. We made it to Greasy Sae's place while she was cooking up new stews. Greasy Sae's grand-daughter saw us first and smiled.

"Sae!" I said, "What's for dinner?"

"Vegetable stew with pork," she told me warmly. "How many do you want, Delly?"

"Two." I said. It was a little late for lunch and a little early for dinner, but I liked buying from Sae. Plus, we needed her insight.

"Sae, Peeta here thinks Katniss doesn't want to see him." I blurted out.

Peeta looked at me sternly as if I'd embarassed him. Please! It wasn't as if the whole country didn't know that Peeta was in love with Katniss – or at least had been.

"Oh, no. I don't think so. That girl hadn't even been out of the house until today. After she talked to Peeta this morning she took a shower, she dressed, and she went hunting."

I turned to Peeta with a confident smirk that I hoped communicated, "I told you so" in the most loving way possible.

"So you are saying that you think it helped Katniss to see me?" Peeta asked Sae.

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. I should know. Besides Haymitch, I'm the only one who sees Katniss right now." I saw Sae's grand-daughter pull hard on Sae's skirt to get her attention. "and you too, child." Sae told her grand-daughter.

"Peeta, you should come to dinner tonight." Sae said. "Bring some bread."

"What kind of bread? What are you having for dinner?" Peeta asked.

"Vegetable stew with pork," Sae said smiling a crooked smile.