My eyes bug out and I can tell I'm making a ridiculous face, but it's unbelievable. Over a year? No wonder she looks so different. I try to imagine it and can't— out from under the Capitol's thumb, no Snow, no Peacekeepers, no fear... for a year. It sounds like heaven. I wouldn't have come back for anyone either.

"Well shit, sweetheart," I say, running a hand through my hair and taking another drink. "Looks like you hit the jackpot. Where do I sign up?" I've got more questions, of course— tons of 'em— but the booze is working its way gently through my body, leaving me pleasantly relaxed and unhurried, and I'm not eager to leave the feeling behind.