"finnick!" you scream as you dash across the grounds. your ears are ringing with the sound of thunder outside. after the games, you had always been frightened of thunder, but that all changed when those cannons fired in the games. every loud noise seemed like those explosions to you. every single time thunder roared through the compound, you thought about all the dead tributes. as you approach finnick’s room on the verge of tears, he murmurs, "hey, hey, hey." he whispers, "come on, you can stay here for the night," and extends his arms out to you, hoping that you would come into them.