"It's called Panem," Johanna explains, pausing in her work to look at him and wondering what his country gone to crap looked like and if it bore any similarities to hers. "Twelve separated districts with their own specialties and one sadistic government who tries to hold it all together," she says, staring at the garden beds in front of her. "We should plant some trees," she says. "They won't do much now, but give them twenty years...they'll be strong."