he door to the roof。 Itˇs not only unlocked but ajar。 Perhaps someone forgot to close it； but it doesnˇt matter。 The energy field enclosing the roof prevents any desperate form of escape。 And Iˇm not looking to escape； only to fill my lungs with air。 I want to see the sky and the moon on the last night that no one will be hunting me。
The roof is not lit at night； but as soon as my bare feel reach its tiled surface I see his silhouette； black against the lights that shine endlessly in the Capitol。 Thereˇs quite a motion going on down in the streets； music and singing and car horns； none of which I could hear through the thick glass window panels in my room。 I could slip away now； without him noticing me； he wouldnˇt hear me over the din； But the night airˇs so sweet； I canˇt bear returning to that stuffy cage of a room。 And what difference does it make？ Whether we speak or not？
My feet move soundlessly across the tiles。 Iˇm only yard behind him when I say； ¨You should be getting some sleep。〃
He starts but doesnˇt turn。 I can see him give his head a slight shake。 ¨I didnˇt want to miss the party。 Itˇs for us； after all。〃
I e up beside him and lean over the edge of the rail。 The wide streets are full of dancing people。 I squint to make out their tiny figures in more detail。 ¨Are they in costumes？〃
¨Who could tell？〃 Peeta answers。 ¨With all the crazy clothes they wear here。 Couldnˇt sleep； either？〃
¨Couldnˇt turn my mind off；〃 I say。
¨Thinking about your family？〃 he asks。
¨No；〃 I admit a bit guiltily。 ¨All I can do is wonder about tomorrow。 Which is pointless； of course。〃 In the light from below； I can see his face now； the awkward way he holds his bandaged hands。 ¨I really am sorry about your hands。〃
¨It doesnˇ