Liked it? That was, by far, my longest chapter. Heck, it's my favorite out of all of them.

Okay, I know I've been gone for a while. But two reviews on chapter 24? Seriously? I know you guys are so much more smart and compassionate than that.

Well, here's a short one on my favorite characters. You know who I'm talking about.

Johanna's Point of View

Time is stupid. One moment, I'm curled up against Finnick. It didn't matter that his love for me is limited. My love for him can't be contained, and that's all that matters at the moment in time.

But in what was like the next moment, he was gone. I hadn't even seen him off. I buried my face under the fluffy pillow and feel asleep.

Tricky, Sleep is. It beckons you under in an assuring lull, and then steals your peace of mind right from under you. The darkness engulfs you into a bottomless ocean. Your nose tries to find air, but it can only grasp suffocating darkness.

Then, Sleep calls over its best friend Time and they torture you from there. They tease, and snap, and create illusions of the dead. For me: Louie. Only, when you think you're going to wake up, guess again. You're still asleep. No matter how hard you fight, they bite back. Time and Sleep always win.

What can I say?

They've had all the time in the world to practice.

Sleep finally gets bored with me, and I wake up. Game day.

A terrible shudder spikes through me. It brings back those horrible memories from my past I battled for so long to keep away.

My family being is hung in front of my eyes.

Louie, my little sister, with streams of tears falling onto the tile floor. Crying out my name.

Mother, trying to calm down Louie. Telling her it's all okay, even though she didn't believe it herself with that noose around her neck.

Hark, my brother, looking to Father and I for some type of explanation.

I didn't know they would do that, the Capitol. Days afterwards, I sobbed and sobbed. I just completely lost myself. When I turned 16, a year after my games, I changed. I gave up on wishing for my family back, and turned around to revenge. Only if I could ever get it.
"It's always been Annie, hasn't it?"
"Always."

Louie races back into my memory, screaming, tugging me, hinting something. I shove her away, when it hits me.

Loosing Louie was my greatest tragedy. But what if I lost Finnick?

What if Annie lost Finnick?

I bust out of my room, pajamas and all, and jam my fist on the elevator button.

Finnick's Point of View

Mags and I sit alone at the long, marble table. I wave marmalade on a bagel with the meticulous tip of my knife. Back and forth, back and forth…

I back out my chair with a loud screech when she comes in, hair flying behind her. Johanna runs over and presses her lips to mine. She holds the back of my neck while my hands flail around in shock. But just as I get comfortable, just as I relax all my tense muscles, she pulls away and looks me straight in my eyes.

"Win this thing for Annie."

My mind buzzes, thoughts and ideas clashing. I slightly nod, and then retort, "But what was that for?"

Johanna hesitantly looks down; she obviously wasn't prepared for that. When she stops twiddling her thumbs, she whispers, "That was from me." That's the last thing she says before she sprints back into the hallway.

Mags, finished with her meal, takes the time to physically hand the Avoxes her plate. They hurry in to take the miniscule task off her hands, but Mags does it old fashioned style and picks it up for them. She doesn't look at me, but I can tell she's hiding something.

"What?"

Mags smiles. "If it weren't for Annie, I would tell you to go with Johanna."