At a knock on his door in victors village, Haymitch stirred from a drunken slumber. The whole of District Twelve knew him as the drunken victor. The blonde man moved to the door grumbling all the way, grabbing some white liquor on the way to the front door. His liver was surely taking a massive hit.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

He called out irritably. Opening the door he found himseld face to face with you. He almost dropped the bottle of alcohol he held. You were clearly covey, or what was left of the covey anyway. Your hair. Your eyes. His mind flashed back to the only girl he ever loved: Lenore Dove.

"What are ya doing here?"

He asked hungover.