Never in her life would Annie have imagined that her watching the Quarter Quell would turn out to be a good thing. Even now she still had nightmares about it, of events taking an entirely different turn. Finnick trapped, Finnick dead before the rebels could ever reach him.

She faltered, blinking, and then sucked in an abrupt breath and jerked a look at the arena around them.

"It's- It's a clock," she exhaled. "I don't know, I don't remember which section does what, but the tree..." Trailing off, she stepped hastily around him to locate the tree on the horizon and point. "There. We need, um. Wire?"