Haymitch had found her in one of her usual hiding places, wrapped up in layers of soft fabric that didn't rub too much against her patchwork skin, and trying hard to sleep away the whole day. Soon they would be going "home" and she had felt her heart jump into her throat when he had plucked her up, still wrapped up, think it was time. Too many emotions had hit her, too quickly, and she struggled, only to be set down in a room and left alone.

She had tried the door, and was about to go to the next, or find another place to hide, to shut down when she realized she wasn't alone.

Turning, her heart started to pound. There was...there was no way. It was impossible, she had seen...but...but how else could it be, why else would they have put her here...

"Cinna?" She finally managed, softly.