Where am I? This doesn't look like district twelve. Last thing I remember was going to meet my best friend to go hunting in the woods before the reaping. I need to get back there.
So which of you wants to tell me what the hell is going on? You've been staring daggers at each other for days.
I thought the purpose of me living here with all of you was to help you, and I can't help if I don't know what's going on.