"Year 75." The year of the Third Quarter Quell. How could he forget? He sneered at the thoughts that went through his mind, of the annual Hunger Games, and the stigma that went along with it. If the ultimate goal was to ruin lives, the Capitol could claim victory there, and Gale hadn't even been selected to fight.
"It doesn't matter here. The train doesn't seem to care much about straight forward time lines." Gale shrugged. He couldn't keep track, and had no idea what year they were living in at the present.