The last thing that Mags remembered was them preparing to be launched into the Games. She waited for the boom of the canon and the signal to start, but instead she didn't find herself in an arena. She was in some kind of lounge? What had happened? This certainly wasn't the plan. Did something go wrong?

Worriedly, she scanned the room trying to find any of the tributes, Finnick, Katniss, Peeta... were the main three she wanted to find. They were her priority. Only she couldn't find anyone.

She quietly made her way through the sea of people, causally glancing from time to time. She would worry about where she was later. And if none of them were here, then she would start worrying about everything else. Only when she grew tired, she sat down.