Hey guys. It's been a while.

The train left later that night, and I locked myself in the first bedroom I found. Sleep evaded me, but I lay under the covers anyways, determined to at least let my body rest anyways.

I yawned, exhausted, and reached down to touch my leg. Darius, who had the decency to visit me before my departure, had bound it in a splint, and promised me that he would do the best he could to look after my little sister. I had hugged the young Peacekeeper after that, and told him I owed him a debt if I ever returned.

I sighed, shaking the memories from my head, and sat up. The lull and rock of the train was soothing, and I stood up carefully, wary of my bad leg.

I grabbed my father's jacket, the only possession I had chosen to take with me, and draped it around my shoulders, slightly chilly. I squinted in the darkness and could make out a crack of light beneath my door. 'Somebody must still be up,' I thought.

I quietly opened the door and slipped into the hallway, curious. In the dining room, among a few trays of delicacies, sat the raven haired Gamemaker.

My stomach rumbled involuntarily. Seneca looked up, smiling hesitantly. "Hungry?"

I wanted to snarl at him, but hunger did indeed claw at my belly. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Maybe."

He gestured at the seat across from him. "You're welcome to join me, if you'd like."

I sat down warily, watching him as he spoke quietly to an Avox. She nodded, and retreated to a far section of the train car. Seneca turned back towards me, his blue eyes somehow appearing even more piercing in the low light. I averted my gaze.

We sat in silence for several minutes before he finally broke the silence. "I've arranged and apartment for you, on the quieter edge of the city. There's a strip of woods around the backside of the place, and a creek that runs in the depths of it. I know it's not the same, but from what I read in the contract papers, it's been relatively untouched since the building was built."

I glanced up at him, off-put by the gesture.

"That's. . .actually very considerate of you," I muttered, cursing the smile my compliment might induce on his face.

He nodded a bit uncomfortably, and laced his fingers together. "Look, Miss Everdeen, I know this. . .situation. . .is not ideal, and I am very sorry that you've been ripped away from your sister again."

I narrowed my eyes.

"You have every right in the world to despise me, and I accept that. But do know this," he continued, leaning forward on his knees. "Your mentor had trusted me in keeping you safe until the next Reaping."

I mulled this thought over. While Haymitch could be a very heavy-tongued drunk at times, he was smart, and had a fairly good judge of character.

I leaned forward, crossing my arms. "Let's say for a moment that I believe you. What happens at the next Reaping, and what does that have to do with me?"

"A spark has been ignited, Miss Everdeen. Where there is cinder, there is flame," said Seneca softly.

Just then, the Avox girl from earlier returned, carrying with her a tray of sliced rye bread, and with small wedges of cheese and glistening fruit.

Seneca and I leaned away from each other at the same time, allowing the girl some room to set the tray down on the table.

"Thank you," I greeted quietly, never taking my eyes off the Gamemaker. The girl nodded, and retreated back down the way she'd came. I paused, waiting until I heard the car door click shut, and then returned to him.

"I don't know what you're playing, Mr. Crane," I spoke, "But games are dangerous in times like these. If I were you, I'd pick my next moves wisely."