It's the Third Quarter Quell, the 75th Hunger Games. You, Finnick, Katniss, Mags and Peeta have set up camp on the south of the rainforest. It is late at night and the air is humid.

You aren't sure how many days have passed in the arena because it is always hard to tell, but several tributes have been eliminated already, at least eight of them; including the Victor from your district, from the last time you heard the cannon and the Capitol's fanfare. You're asleep next to Finnick, who's keeping watch. The grass is damp, and you can hear crickets and birds, as well as the waves crashing on the beach faintly. There are bark and leaves in your hair, and the blood has dried on your face. You start to stir halfway through sleeping, and Finnick smiles at you.

"Hey. You should get some more sleep." Finnick's voice is low and raspy, and he looks like he's been watching the entire arena even in its quiet slumber.