You hadn't felt so totally, completely, and utterly alone than you did right now. It was your first night in the Capitol and everything was alien and foreign to you. You had been chosen to be the female tribute of District 7 and your district partner had been less than friendly to you.

You laid in bed, eyes staring at the ceiling. You couldn't sleep. You were too antsy to. Reluctantly, you got off the comfortable bed and left to go to the lounge of the apartment you were assigned to stay in. To your surprise, Hatchet was already sitting on the couch. He was leaning on his forearms keeping them pressed against his thighs while his hands remained cupped in front of him. Hatchet lifted his head, looking up at you.

"Oh. It's you."