Hi, it's me again. I have another chapter written, but it's an incredibly short one. However, we can now be done with the Reaping scenes, which were mostly fun, and the goodbye scenes. I'm not gonna lie: the goodbye scenes are a major pain in my ass, and the main reason this story keeps getting put off. That, and the purgatory that is senior year of college. I do intend to start updating more frequently, but I'm not going to give a strict time frame. Now, I can either start the train rides, or go back to Titania and Co. That's all I have to say for now.

Minerva Sinclair, District 13, Age 17

I take a shaky breath as the door closes behind me. I don't really remember the male who ended up on the stage with me. All I remember is being hustled off the stage and down a hall located behind it. Along the way, someone realized that District 13, having never participated in the Games before, didn't have a Justice Building with a room set apart for goodbyes. Someone had the bright idea of sticking me in a large-storage-closet-turned-Peacekeeper-breakroom, but I think someone's going to get fired for this oversight.

That would be a lot better than the situation I'm in, I think, and that's when the shock subsides, allowing the sheer horror of the situation to hit me all at once. I grit my teeth to hold back the scream that tears itself loose from my throat, and before I know it, I'm wailing on the floor.

The door flies open, and I somehow register that the Peacekeeper standing in the doorway is the same polite redhead from earlier. He looks shocked and frightened. "We need a medic!" Given the sound of several running feet, his yell is bringing several people.

But I don't remember what happens when they get to me, because I pass out.