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So, crazy last chapter. That means we're slowing down, right? RIGHT?! Also, sorry for the delay. I ended up doing a weekend trip with some friends and didn't have time to write and then work got in the way.

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Chapter XIV Trust Falls

Night 1 of the 59th Hunger Games

Two cannons sounded as Fest arrived at the southern island, heralding a key benchmark in the Hunger Games. It brought the faintest whiff of a smile to her face too.

More than half the Tributes were dead. Only eleven remained.

The Careers would continue their hunt on the northern island for the rest of the night. There had been three other Tributes besides her on that island, so only one remained for the Careers to find. Once they were dead, the Pack would no doubt head south. But hopefully one dead Career meant they'd turn on each other early. Judging by previous Hunger Games, it didn't take much to destabilize the Pack.

Fest took a moment to relax on the black rocks near the island's entrance. She shrugged off the backpack and rubbed her sore shoulders before pulling out a water bottle. She'd never get used to the heat of this arena. Summers in 7 could be hot but were also cool at night. Not here. Apparently this was the temperature most of the time in the lower Districts – 2, 4, and 10. Fest had no idea how they put up with it.

She finished off the water but kept the empty bottle, hoping to find some clean water on the island. She hadn't had much of a chance to explore the northern island, but it had food – of a sort – so she was willing to bet the Gamemakers put in clean water too. Somewhere.

Fest debated her options. Judging by the moon it was close to midnight in the arena, though she could obviously be wrong. She could make camp for the night by the rocks, wake at dawn, and continue inland. It was only Districts 11 and 12 on this island. That mothering hen and the whiny looking boy from 11, and the pair of fourteen year olds from 12. Hardly threats.

And yet… the hour was late. She had a night vision goggle and flashlight. Why not explore a little bit more? She was a roll at the moment anyways.

To Fest's surprise, the Capitol seemed to agree.

Above her was a chiming noise that Fest knew instantly as the sweet sound of a sponsor gift. She looked up, spotting a package drifting towards her, a bright red light flashing against the starry night sky. It landed a short distance from Fest, who approached the gift without any hurry, unwilling to show the Capitol appreciation or make them think she owed them anything.

The gift inside was small but a sign. A chicken sandwich on panini bread, with lettuce and tomatoes. An unnecessary gift as Fest had just gorged herself at the Career camp, but an important message. The Capitol approved and Fest had fans.

She was full but still down the chicken sandwich. You never turned down food when it was offered. Cleaning her fingers and lips, Fest set out again. She had more work to do before the night was over.


The sound of a third cannon of the night made it official for Tilly and Calen. The Careers were out hunting.

"They're being slaughtered." Tilly commented sadly, thinking of her fellow Tributes.

"They're not on the southern island." Calen told her, his attempt at comfort.

"What makes you think that?"

"Three cannons. It was only you, me, and the girl from 12 here. If the Careers were hunting here, we'd be dead by my count."

"Unless something on this island got them."

"We've walked most of it and the only thing besides dead trees was that house."

"It's only the first day." Tilly told him. "I'm sure the Gamemakers have a few surprises." She looked around what counted as their "camp" with a shuttered, both of them fully aware of how exposed they were.

It was difficult deciding where to make camp. Nowhere Tilly and Calen found on the island was really suitable for hiding. The dead trees offered no coverage, there were no holes or caves to hide in, and neither of them trusted the gingerbread house. Nor was the persistent mist thick enough to sufficiently cloak themselves. The pair ended up tearing down dead branches from trees and building a small shelter near the base of the volcano, hoping the dark colors would cover them in the night. Tilly had also unspooled the wire and wrapped it around their camp, trying to set up a trip wire to alert them to potential invaders. It was still a major risk and neither of them were able to sleep. Calen would have had snarky comments about how silly it was to put faith in a little bit of wire, but the air was still tense and Tilly still hurt.

Tilly was on guard duty first, armed with the hatchet from Calen's backpack. He ended up holding onto the short sword, his prize from Nicola the Career. He was supposed to be sleeping, but Calen, despite a deep exhaustion in his muscles, didn't feel the least bit tired. He remained awake, next to Tilly, both of them together in the darkness. They were close to one another but could only make out the outlines in the darkness.

"You can go to sleep if you want." Calen offered.

He could make out Tilly's head shaking. "I'm fine."

"I can't sleep." Calen told her.

"I don't think I can either."

"You need to be ready for tomorrow." Calen told her. "If you're too tired, how can you make it back home?"

"What are you trying to get back to?" Tilly asked suddenly.

"My family." Calen replied quickly.

That surprised Tilly. "I didn't think you liked your family."

"Why?"

"You keep making comments about me not being a parent."

"Hmm." Calen was Calen's reply. "I guess more my siblings."

"I get that, you know?" Tilly said, letting her guard down. "My dad isn't worth much. Not since my mom died." Tilly told him. "He drank a lot before that but afterwards he turned violent. Not to me or my younger siblings, just Teo."

"Your older brother?"

Tilly nodded. "I don't know why. Dad just… hated him. He beat him so often I don't think there was a single day it didn't happen. Every morning, belt. Every night, the belt. Teo cried every night and…. And I had to fix him up." She paused, trying to repress the memories flooding back, along with the conflicted loathing she felt towards Teo for abandoning her, still fresh despite everything. "Something similar for you?" She asked.

Calen lay in the dirt in silence, suddenly feeling very stupid and petty about his parental issues. Calen had no frame of reference for the abuse Tilly talked about. Oren had told Heather and him that their parents spanked him one time when he was little and then spent the next week full of remorse and apologizing profusely for it. Sure, the Peacekeepers beat everybody, but that wasn't the same. The Peacekeepers weren't supposed to love them.

"No. I'm sorry." Calen replied.

"Oh." Tilly said, disappointed and too exposed. "Ok." She felt foolish for dumping all that on Calen and by extension all of Panem if they were listening in. And she doubted Teo wanted everyone back in 11 knowing about that. She just felt so tired.

"I…" Calen began, trying to find a way to bridge their growing gap. "I… um… I just hated everything. And, I hated my parents too. For the way things were. And how it felt like nothing would change. You know?"

"I do." Tilly said.

Silence fell again between them. There wasn't even the sounds of the night to fill it. The sour island was deathly quiet at all times, only the wind blowing through the dead branches to accompany their whispers.

"I'm sorry." Calen said. "About your brother. And your family. And what I said to you earlier. I have my own shit I need to deal with."

"Thank you." Tilly said. "I get what you're saying though. I wish… I wish I could have changed everything."

"I sometimes dream that I can." Calen continued. Tilly had opened up to him, Calen had to repay that. "I sometimes dream… what if I had superpowers."

Tilly turned her head to him. It was too dark for her to see him, but the lump that was Calen on the ground seemed to be looking away in embarrassment. "Superpowers?" She asked.

"You know… like I'm super strong or could fly or have laser vision?"

"Laser vision?" Tilly asked, doing her best to keep a laugh from escaping.

"Yes, laser vision!" Calen hissed, defending himself. "You didn't wish you had powers?"

"I mean, I wish I could fly, sure, but like… do you still dream that?"

Calen was silent for a little. "Maybe." He replied with a grunt.

Tilly laughed once, throwing her hand over her mouth to stop anymore. "That's adorable, Calen!"

"Ok, well, fine." He muttered. The peace offering had worked and Calen was back to his grumpy self.

"Hey, no, it's ok!" Tilly said, falling back into mothering mode. In the dark, Tilly found Calen's bony shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. "You were super today when you saved my life."

"Don't say it like that! That's so pathetic!"

"What?!"

"I'm not a child, Tilly."

"I know you're not! You're just a teenager with a soft, dreamy inside, aren't you?"

"Ugh!" Calen groaned, pulling his shoulder away from Tilly's grip as she chuckled.

"Hey, you know what my embarrassing thing is?" Tilly offered.

"That you're a freaking nag?"

"Ha ha." Tilly said dryly, scotching over next to him and leaning her back against a tree. "No, what I really love, like actually love, is making up stories."

"What kind?" Calen asked.

"I don't know. Anything really. I still tell Barren and Philip stories before bed. Even Greenie sometimes. If there's a spare scrap of paper I'll write something down too. It just feels nice, you know? Like, actually making something.

"Maybe if you win the Capitol will make you write a book."

"Huh. I could write about the Games, but then I'd have to write about you, and who wants to read that?"

"I hope you don't write comedies because your jokes suck."

Tilly threw a little bit of dried sticks at Calen, who's turn it was to chuckle. "Why don't you tell me a story?" Calen proposed.

"Really?"

"Why not. We don't have anything else going on, right?"

Tilly shook her head. An idea came to her and before long she was starting her tale. "Once upon a time-"

"W-what? Are you serious? 'Once upon a time' is the start?" Calen asked.

"That's how you start a story, you ass!" Tilly told him. "Can I continue?"

Calen allowed her to, uninterrupted, and Tilly weaved a story of a world where fairness and heroism reigned, and the world could know peace.


Underneath a tree lit by bright, cherry red candy fruits, Amaya recovered her composure. Pietyr and Elegance were dead, leaving only her, Nicola, and Cas as the last remaining true Careers. She instantly dismissed counting Maddie as that felt too insulting to the remaining Careers.

Amaya had fled when the hammer failed to kill the bear. Amaya knew a losing battle when she saw it and, following the clues left by the boy from 6, Amaya dropped to her stomach and crawled under the red vines. She heard Elegance screaming as the bear mauled her and didn't look back.

Did she feel bad? Not particularly. She told her allies to retreat and they didn't listen. Their hubris had gotten them killed.

And, it would certainly cause an issue with Cas' plan.

The 59th Games were changed now. It's first Careers had died and the Games had dropped below twelve Tributes. The balance of power had shifted too, putting the non-Careers on a narrow but potential path to victory. And while none of the other Tributes posed a serious threat, Amaya couldn't let her guard down again. Who knew what else lurked on this brightly colored island?

But what next? Amaya had zero desire to go back the way she came. Even if she crawled on her stomach under the red vines, she didn't trust the gummy bear to stay away from her. That meant pushing ahead. There were still three other non-Career Tributes on this island to hunt for and the cloak from 6 indicated one was nearby. But this path would also lead her to Cas. And what to do about that?

She'd have to think of something but for now, she would continue on her way and hopefully find the boy from 6. But how? The red vine were gone and she was back in the jungle of trees and candy fruits. How could she flush out someone by herself?

Amaya thought of Cosmo, the "enforcer." She had been her best friend back in 2 and would often tell her stories. One day, Cosmo had told her that only bad enforcers hunted. A good one got word out that they were looking for someone. Then, that someone would panic, flush themselves out, and fall right into the enforcers lap.

She liked that strategy more than just tearing through the island. In fact, she would have preferred something a little more permeant. Her mind returned to the massive fire starter kit back at the Cornucopia. How easy it would be just to start a fire on this island and burn it all down, essentially smoke the Tributes out and sit back and wait. Too bad it wasn't a real possibility at this point.

A sudden gust of wind startled Amaya who drew her machete, expecting an attack. When no materialized, she relaxed a little, embarrassed by the display. But the noise did give her an idea. There were other ways to flush people out other than fire or words.

Amaya, pursing her lips together, let out a loud, very human whistle.

Nothing responded. She looked at the branches of the trees, waiting to see if anyone responded in shock.

Nothing.

It wasn't a great strategy, but it was all she had. And, it would keep the Capitol interested in her.

More importantly, it'd keep them rooting for her when she confronted Cas.


The hour was late as Diesel and Darley remained hidden in their trees. Diesel was asleep with strict instructions to be woken if anyone came near or, worse, he snored.

"I hate when people snore." Diesel explained, before adding. "Plus, it'd just be super embarrassing to die cuz of snoring. Never live that down!"

Diesel didn't snore, but he did fidget and occasionally groan in his sleep. Darley wondered if he thought of Dallis while asleep, consumed by the monster. Probably. Diesel was the sensitive type like that. The death of his partner had hit him hard, though his behavior loudly proclaimed the opposite. He was a tortured soul, and there was certainly a romanticism to that in Darley's eye. Too bad this was the wrong place, wrong time for such notions.

But what to do about all of this? The question still plagued Darley's mind. The Careers were out hunting tonight, as was to be expected on the first night of the Hunger Games. Hopefully, they were on the southern island, which seemed likely given the number of cannon blasts. If there were three deaths on the northern island, either Diesel or himself would have had to be among them.

Which meant the Careers would come in the morning. They'd sweep the small island, find them, and kill them. Darley had no weapon, which wouldn't have mattered since a Career could slice through him like a scythe through wheat. And he hadn't had a chance to search for poison either. He suspected there was something on this confections filled island that could act as a poison. The pretty and colorful locale reminded him of the 2nd Quarter Quell arena which had been equal parts beautiful and toxic. He just had to search…

Diesel grunted in his sleep, twisting in the branches that held him in place. The movement caused him to wake up and he pulled his body up a little, adjusting himself. "Miss anything?" He asked, voice groggy.

"Two more cannons." Darley reported faithfully.

"That sucks." Diesel muttered.

"It's awful." Darley concurred, feigning sadness. Personally, he thought it good news once they were one away from the Top Ten, but everyone had their own ideas, he supposed.

Diesel was up now, shaking off the cloak of sleep. "Do you think they're here?" Diesel asked.

"No." Darley said. "One of us would be dead if they were."

"Unless one of the Careers is dead." Diesel proposed.

"This early? Doubt it." Darley said, voice full of confidence in his own opinion. "Did you sleep ok?"

"Shockingly no." Diesel joked. "They made this place full of candy, you'd think the Capitol could make comfy tree branches, huh?"

"You were shaking a lot. Bad dreams?" Darley probed, trying to learn more about his new ally. Information was always helpful.

"Something like that." Diesel replied, voice weak.

"You can talk about them. It might help." Darley encouraged.

"Uh… I'm not big on sharing. I'm shy like that." Diesel said, walls back up and flinging jokes from behind them.

Looks like he'd need a shove off them. "I used to have horrible nightmares after everything with my boyfriend." Darley told him.

"Oh… um… that must have sucked." Diesel tried, feeling dumb. What a lame response. What did someone say though about a stranger's ex-boyfriend who was now dead? There wasn't really a way to be jovial about that topic, and Diesel was an expert at turning tragedy to comedy. "Do you want to talk about it?" He finally tried.

Darley chuckled. "I guess you're right. It's not easy to talk about."

"Nah, you're just shy like me too." Diesel told him. In the darkness, Darley couldn't see that Diesel gave him a wink, though they shared a laugh before quickly quieting down, remembering where they were. Soon, Diesel was drifting off again, exhausted by the day of running and trauma.

Darley had actually slept fine the first night following his boyfriend's new fling's death. First it had been a night of endless tossing and turning, plagued by guilt over Clinton. Then, his outlook improved. Family and others came to check on him, worried for him and – though all denied it – wanting to know what Darley knew or didn't know. Darley found himself the center of District 9, and everyone wanted a piece of him.

There was nothing better than a rapt audience, Darley found. He spoke to everyone and sprinkled them with stories and theories, all while cloaked in an appearance of great pain. It delighted him to no end.

He recalled that Clinton's girlfriend, Valerie, had actually tried to be friendly to him. She acted all sorrowful, of all things, about the break up and how it had hurt Darley, swearing they never meant to harm him. It was at a party, full of other people, one of those get together with all the kids in the apartment building basement. Everyone watched them and Darley felt so embarrassed by it.

But, it did give him the opportunity he was looking for.

So, Darley made a scene. He willingly approached Clinton and Valerie, playing nice and saying all the things that would get his ex heated in front of everyone. And in the ensuing distraction, Darley slipped a little something in Valerie's drink and then the remainder of it in Clinton's jacket, discarded in a pile of other jackets nearby.

Valerie was found dead by morning. Everyone told the Peacekeepers about the fight and then Darley, giving a tearful statement, told them that Clinton was acting suspicion and mean and everything else the Peacekeepers needed to rush to judgement, arrest Clinton, and send him to the gallows.

It was simple.

If only the Games were that simple too.


After the third cannon blast of the night, Cas was in a particularly good mood. "Only one left on this island." Cas told Maddie.

"You don't know if those three cannons were for non-Careers." Maddie countered.

"Who else?" Cas asked her pointedly, sharp enough to shut her up.

They kept moving until their path came to a stop. After a quick analysis – and just breathing in the scent – the pair understood that they were looking at a chocolate swamp. A fitting addition to this candy themed island, but both Tributes noted that chocolate swamp that would suck them up judging by the the bubbles. Cas has stuck his sword beneath the surface and had struggled against suction below to retrieve it.

"Clever." Cas complimented, licking the chocolate off his sword.

"Looks like we need to climb across the trees." Maddie noted.

"Brilliant observation!"

Maddie shook her head, sick to death of Cas, and started to climb. The trees were easy to ascend, with plenty of branch stumps to put their boots on and opening in the bark to grip. The tree smelled of peppermint, and the sap that leaked from it coated their hands and made them smell of mint.

Heavy, thick branches dangled over the chocolate swamp. Cas took the lead without consulting Maddie, delicately balancing on the branch as it creaked under his weight. With careful aim and balance, Cas leapt from one branch and landed on another. The branch sagged and the tree shuttered as it absorbed Cas' weight, causing the Career to collapse quickly and wrap his body around the branch. Slowly, the tree calmed its movement and Cas scurried along the branch to the safety of the central trunk. Maddie followed and landed with more grace and less shaking, as Cas' weight in the center of the tree acted as a counter balance.

They made their way through the trees in silence. The only sound was the wind through the bare branches, the creaking of the trees, and the occasional popping noise as bubbles surfaced and popped in the chocolate sludge below.

Cas was not as patient as Maddie hoped. While she was taking every branch carefully, Cas was speeding up the more they did, growing bolder with each successful jump. Maddie would have asked him to slow down but she knew such an effort end would be met with mockery and maybe induce him to speed up even more.

Maddie continued to follow until she heard a loud snap ahead of her, followed by an unmistakable "plop" sound. She jumped to the next tree, cut through its rotted branches, and saw through her night vision that Cas was waiting in the next tree in line – with the next outstretched branch's tip snapped off.

"It was bound to happen at some point." Cas shrugged. The snapped branch increased the distance of the jump. Not drastically, but enough it made Maddie nervous she'd miss.

"I'll go back." Maddie told him. "There has to be another path."

"I didn't see one." Cas told her. "Just jump, Maddie."

"No! I'll fall in!"

Cas groaned, annoyed with her. "Don't be a whiny Outlier and just jump. I'll catch you as you jump too."

"I'll be too heavy."

"Maddie, seriously, cut it out. Just come over here so we can stop wasting time and find the last Tribute on this island." Cas said, anger in his voice.

"Cas-"

"Now, Maddie!"

She sighed but looked at the space between her and the safety of the next tree. It wasn't… too bad, she thought. She could get somewhat of a running start and throw herself across the small gap and Cas could catch her easily. It was doable.

'Just do it.' She thought, imagining the Capitol watching her and getting annoyed with her attitude .

So, Maddie leapt, throwing her whole body towards Cas and his outstretched hands. She flew through the air and reached out, fingertips grazing against Cas' palms.

Quickly, he snatched them away, leaving nothing but air before Maddie.

"Oops." Cas breathed, with a smile.

Gravity took over and Maddie was falling into the chocolate swamp below.

She didn't scream on the way down, too shocked by the betrayal to react. But when she splattered into the gooey, thick chocolate below and her body started to sink into it that she finally let out a shriek.

"I'm not really sorry it came to this, Maddie." Cas commented over her screams, safe in the tree above. "After your failed performance in the Bloodbath and, you know, everything else, this just seemed necessary."

"Help, Cas! Please!" Maddie cried, trying to reach out to him. One arm managed to escape the chocolate, the other was stuck in place, being sucked deeper into the swamp.

"What kind of Career begs? Do you wanna cry to your parents to save you now?" Cas mocked.

"Cas, please stop! Just help me! Please!"

"No."

"Don't do this!" Maddie cried, tears forming in her eyes. She squirmed and tried to tear herself out, but it only served to make her sink deeper. She knew in her head she shouldn't be moving, but fear consumed all and she continued to flail, the smell of chocolate suffocating her as literal chocolate exerted pressure on her chest.

"Why not? Because you've had a hard life? Because the world's been so mean to you?" Cas asked, nastiness in every word.

"Cas please help me!"

"Poor little rich girl." Cas mocked. "Mommy and daddy were so mean to you and made you take on this honor of a lifetime so you can win even more wealth? You're pathetic. Mewling and whining about your life, like you didn't have a freaking choice in any of it? You have no idea what it's like to be part of a family and lose it. To be adopted into a new one and lose it again. You don't appreciate what winning means. Just a spoiled rich girl whining incessantly. No wonder Nicola let us take you to your death. "

Maddie was almost feral now as her other arm sunk into the chocolate, leaving only her head, left knee, and hands above the chocolate. She kept screaming, but it did little to help. Beneath her, she could feel the chocolate sucking her down, air pockets taking in chocolate and pulling her further down.

"Oh come on, Maddie, just sink already?" Cas pleaded. "Hey, maybe you'll see your brother again, huh?"

She kept shouting and begging as only her face remained above the chocolate, nostrils suffocating from the smell and tightening around her chest. "I don't want to die! Don't let me die!" She begged. "Someone please, help! Help me! Help!"

Cas snorted and shook his head. "So undignified." He commented.

Maddie's plea came to a halt as the chocolate muck covered her mouth. Soon her eyes were gone and she sunk into the darkness. Bubbles surfaced where she had been and then vanished.

Cas leaned back against the trunk, feeling pleased with himself. He wanted something suitably dramatic for Maddie's end, a little something for the Capitol snack on, and suffocating in a chocolate swamp would do that. He waited, eager for another cannon. Thirty seconds passed, Maddie surely out of breath by then.

Then a minute passed.

After two minutes, Cas peered down at the chocolate swamp to make sure she hadn't resurface. There was nobody there and no bubbles either. At five minutes, Cas' face morphed into a look of pure disgust.

He had been denied a kill, it seemed.


The Fallen:

12. Elegance Jacobs (D1) - Killed by Gummy Bear Mutt, Mauled to Death

13. Pietyr Kalashnikev (D2) - Killed by Gummy Bear Mutt, Chest Caved In

14. Nicola Forebay (D4) - Killed by Werifesteria Grosvener (D7), Knife, Throat Stab

15. Dallis Casterri (D6) – Killed by Gummy Wyrm Mutt, Devoured

16. Raveni Algernan (D8) – Killed by Casanova Rothschild (D1), Chakram, Bled Out

17. Hypatia Diaz (D3) – Killed by Pietyr Kalashnikev (D2), Saber, Bled Out

18. Webster "Web" Osborn (D3) – Killed by Nicola Forebay (D4), Short Sword, Stab to Heart

19. Blakely Katz (D8) – Killed by Amaya Alyec (D2), Knife, Throat Cut

20. Wolfram "Wolf" Fray (D7) – Killed by Nicola Forebay (D4), Short Sword, Stab to Throat

21. Joseph "Seph" Aglais (D5) – Killed by Pietyr Kalashnikev (D2), Saber, Decapitated

22. Sierra Barrett (D10) – Killed by Casanova Rothschild (D1), Chakram, Throat Cut

23. Oscar Cabrera (D10) – Killed by Casanova Rothschild (D1), Chakram, Chest Sliced

24. Greta Doe-Liebert (D9) – Killed by Elegance Jacobs (D1), Pole Axe, Stab to Chest

Obituaries:

Nicola: He was sort of forced into the "babysitter" role with Maddie, but I think he was a lot more than that. I really liked him and loved toying with his despair over a lack of identity beyond the Hunger Games. SYOTs are designed to have interesting Tributes that all have unique lives beyond the Games. But, I think Nicola is one of the more canon realistic Careers, where a mix of brain washing, dreams of fame, and manipulating children results in empty killing machines that are the Careers. RIP Nicola, you were a real Career and I loved you for that.

Pietyr: What a jerk, am I right? Pietyr was more of rounded character when submitted to me, but I needed a source of tension in the Pack and he fit nicely. He also got what I think is a pretty cool and memorable death. His relationship with his sister was certainly a central part of his character, and I think many of us can relate to sibling rivalry. However, it's too bad Pietyr was so focused on making it toxic due to his own high standards. Standards brought on by a corrupt and evil system that Pietyr followed blindly like no doubt too many Careers.

Elegance: Freaking love her name still. Elegance was always fun to write, she was just a super competent Career with the ability to back it up. While she may not have shined like some of the other Careers in terms of dramatics, I think she stood out in all scenes she was in and never slipped into the background. She knew who she was and what she wanted. She was cool and I'll miss her. Elegance's poor sister though… we'll be checking in with her in the Victory Tour for sure.

Up Next, Night 1 continues…..