"Doesn't seem like any of them are any good but doesn't stop them from coming, does it?" Haymitch mused out loud more to himself than the stranger standing before him. At least some people seemed to get magic and other cool things from their dreams. All he ever got was the urge to drink and forget. At least he had friends though that were good enough to look after him.
"Well other than standing on a sidewalk," Haymitch read the address to him off the mailbox. It wasn't his normal neighborhood, he was just working, so he didn't really know too much about the place. "I'm Haymitch by the way."