Prim was still sad and aching after Katniss' disappearance. She couldn't stay in that room any longer. Couldn't. Not alone. So she wandered down to the lounge, still holding Buttercup tightly in her arms. The cat didn't protest much. Prim was his, after all.

She stopped when she saw the boy. A little older than her. Odd eyes. And he looked lost. Katniss would have helped him, right? So she walked over.

"Hi," she said softly, face still marked from tears. "Are you lost?" she asked gently.