One. ~ Audio. then video.

[districttwo]

[There's a sudden click on the forge and then there's the sound of heavy breathing. Then a shock-a noise-and then a rustle-like clothing moving around. Then a mad scramble and suddenly barge-there's a face.

It's a young face. An attractive face, belonging to a powerfully built young male with short blond hair-matted-absolutely matted with blood and gore. His gaze is wide-eyed.]

...Where's 12?

[he hesitates] Why am I back in my room? Is this-is this another test? Another arena? Or..

[The next part is said half-hopeful, half horrified. Deep down he knows it's not true, and it won't be a particular shock. Still.]

...Did I win?

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[districttwo]

[Cato frowns. They keep saying they want to help-and then asking where he is. Is it a trap? an Ambush?

He hesitates.]

I'm in my room. At home. [And the camera pans around-a pristine room. Something is off, a boy's room should not be nearly this-military level of clean. there are a few family photographs on the walls near a desk and that's it nothing else.]

...You mean on this not-panem place? I-

How do I know this isn't a trap?

[peektuttut]

You're not at home. You're on a ship called the Barge. If you walk out your door, you'll see it's different outside. [But he's asking about traps, and Tim would not walk out his door because someone told him to. So, proof first.]

Is there a window in your room? I can find one to show you, if not. You're on a ship, in space. [And he's taking his cues from that pristine military room, and putting a spark of that vigilante authority in his voice.]

Are you listening, Cato? I need you to open your door and tell me where you are. There will be a number on your door, it'll tell me what room and floor you're on. Understood?

[districttwo]

[Cato hesitates and rises to his feet. The camera comes with him-staring down at the pristine white carpet. He's tracking mud, dirt, leaves. EVERYWHERE.

Also something that looks suspiciously like blood. It's not his. All the same.]

...[Insert room number here. Level Five.] Outside there's a dim view of the hallway and Cato for his part...is very confused.

Pre-collapse Jail..

[and he's back in his room] You coming to sell me for favors? or put me in a hole?

[peektuttut]

It's not a jail like that. No one's going to sell you or put you in a hole, okay? I'm on my way.

Tell me about the collapse. [If he listens, he can hear movement. Tim's light on his feet and he moves quick.]

[districttwo]

[Cato hears. he moves like Rue. Marvel killed her and Twelve killed Marvel. He licks his lips]

War. disease. famine. Death. The capitol saved us. A mix of the best and brightest from Hollywood and the politicians from the former capitol of the United States.

[That explains the fancy clothes, the obsession with television, the genetic alterations-and the military stranglehold.]

[peektuttut]

[That sounds like the biggest nightmare in the world.] And the capitol?

[But a few moments later, he comes to Cato's room, and knocks on the door, careful.] I'm here.