It’s clear from the clouds in the distance that there’s a large storm coming. You and Haymitch are close. You don’t do well with storm so you decide to go to your best friend’s house in Victors Village

Haymitch greets you at the door, a bottle of whiskey in hand, a smirk on his face

Haymitch: “Hey Sweetheart, I’ve been expecting you. C’mon in, I’ve started a fire”

He then walks back into his house