[He's coming over. That means she should open the door to let him in. Close the journal and get out of the bed. There's nothing in the darkness that can harm her. If she wants, she can reach for the small knife she keeps in the drawer of the bedside table. Can wrap and pull the sheet with her, pretend that Peeta's scent really does still linger on it.
She can't remember where Teddy lives, but the town isn't very big. And she knows he's different. Not human. Not a muttation, either. But still different enough that it might not take him the same amount of time to cross the village as it would her.
Katniss finally closes the journal and stands from the bed. Much to Buttercup's annoyance, she tugs the sheet from its resting place and forces the cat to the floor. Not bothering to turn on any lights, she wraps it tightly around her shoulder and makes her way to the front door.
Once it's open, she takes a seat on the living room couch and waits.]
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She can't remember where Teddy lives, but the town isn't very big. And she knows he's different. Not human. Not a muttation, either. But still different enough that it might not take him the same amount of time to cross the village as it would her.
Katniss finally closes the journal and stands from the bed. Much to Buttercup's annoyance, she tugs the sheet from its resting place and forces the cat to the floor. Not bothering to turn on any lights, she wraps it tightly around her shoulder and makes her way to the front door.
Once it's open, she takes a seat on the living room couch and waits.]