Annie's posture stiffened, and she shook her head as she swallowed down a flash of anxiety. "No," she said, fingers tightening over the edge of her notebook. "Finnick has."

And therein lay the true worry. Since her arrival, Annie had been meticulous to the point of obsession when it came to stepping through any door in the hotel, so afraid was she that she might accidentally find herself back in Panem and unable to return. Finnick had been more conscientious about it, as well, but still it worried her, that someday his restlessness would get the better of him.