Lyanna hadn't been here at the start, when Finnick had been so obviously and openly suspicious and hostile towards this place, before he'd learned that people here professed no knowledge of the Games, and treated his suspicions with skepticism at best. Although he was right, wasn't he, that this had happened after he'd suspected something was going to happen for so long. He wasn't sure what that something was: the few people he's seen here so far look terrible, hair grown far far longer and messier than he's ever seen, dozens of times worse than the Games or the beards so many people had grown when they first arrived here. It was like they'd been ... somewhere for months, and were suddenly being brought back here. But where was Annie? Had the Gamemakers kept her somewhere?

He watched Lyanna approach, and when she spoke, he considered for a moment what to say to her, how honest to be. But one thing was more important than anything else, and Finnick leaned back, wrapping an arm around the trunk of his tree to stabilize himself.

"Lyanna, have you seen Annie?"