Games or some important government message on television that itˇs mandatory to watch。 But here there would be no shortage。 Ever。
Peeta and I walk to a railing at the edge of the roof。 I look straight down the side of the building to the street； which is buzzing with people。 You can hear their cars； an occasional shout； and a strange metallic tinkling。 In District 12； weˇd all be thinking about bed right now。
¨I asked Cinna why they let us up here。 Werenˇt they worried that some of the tributes might decide to jump right over the side？〃 says Peeta。
¨Whatˇd he say？〃 I ask。
¨You canˇt；〃 says Peeta。 He holds out his hand into seemingly empty space。 Thereˇs a sharp zap and he jerks it back。 ¨Some kind of electric field throws you back on the roof。〃
¨Always worried about our safety；〃 I say。 Even though Cinna has shown Peeta the roof； I wonder if weˇre supposed to be up here now； so late and alone。 Iˇve never seen tributes on the Training Center roof before。 But that doesnˇt mean weˇre not being taped。 ¨Do you think theyˇre watching us now？〃
¨Maybe；〃 he admits。 ¨e see the garden。〃 On the other side of the dome； theyˇve built a garden with flower beds and potted trees。 From the branches hang hundreds of wind chimes； which account for the tinkling I heard。 Here in the garden； on this windy night； itˇs enough to drown out two people who are trying not to be heard。 Peeta looks at me expectantly。
I pretend to examine a blossom。 ¨We were hunting in the woods one day。 Hidden； waiting for game；〃 I whisper。
¨You and your father？〃 he whispers back。
¨No； my friend Gale。 Suddenly all the birds stopped singing at once。 Except one。 As if it were giving a warning call。 And then we saw her。 Iˇm sure it was the same girl。 A boy w