The next morning I wake up alone. Startled, I tumble out of my room still waiting for the blood to flow through my body. Once I can feel my legs again I walk to Peeta's cabin. After knocking and waiting for what seems like forever, I walk to the dining cabin for breakfast, where sure enough I see Peeta dipping rolls in his hot chocolate. He is the same old boy as the one on train here. He hasn't changed.

I walk over to where he is sitting and place myself across from him. Once I am seated I am brought a plate full of food, which I start to fill my stomach with. This is the first time since the games ended that they haven't monitored how much I eat. I am totally engrossed in my meal when Haymitch walks in tripping over his feet. Drunk. You could smell the alcohol on his breath from a mile away. Typical Haymitch. But Peeta doesn't seem to mind as I am totally disgusted, I couldn't put my mouth to any of the things he drinks. Peeta walks to Haymitch and gingerly helps set him down on the couch nearest us. Once Haymitch is seated Peeta seems to take over a motherly role and gives Haymitch a plate of food ordering him to eat. As I finish my plate I hear a lovely melody from outside the train, the capitol really fixed my ear well I think to myself. I go to the open window and slide it open a little farther and it finally registers where we are. District 11.

As I see the tall crops tower over our train I think back to Rue. Tiny, petite, magical Rue, who I failed to save. I want to hate myself, I want to cry. As I feel the tears stream down my face, I bring my hands up to my face to cover the tears. I silently sob into my hands when Peeta comes up behind me, I try to pull myself together and stop the sobbing before he hears me. Its too late. But Peeta is smart, he knows why I'm crying and he doesn't question it. I turn to face him hoping I appear stronger than I feel. He wraps his arms around me and cups my face into his hands, while he holds my gaze. Once I look him in the eyes he kisses me, deep and passionate. Not like the ones in the arena when he was dying or the ones to get him to obey me. This one held the most emotion behind it, I want more. I got to kiss him again, when Haymitch's snoring startles me and I jump a little.

Every little thing since the arena scares me, I can't even walk to my cabin without looking behind my back. I am now aware as to why Haymitch carries the knife when he sleeps, protection. We all want a little extra sense of security. Even Peeta. If Peeta hears a humming he goes running the opposite direction in fear of tracker jackers. We are all weaker. We aren't the same, no one is.