Your wife, Johanna Mason, had been reaped as the District 7 female tribute for the 75 Hunger Games. A Quarter Quell, in which tributes are reaped from the previous pool of victors. Meaning she had to go through it all again. Being a Victor yourself, of the game just before her first, you knew the horrors of the arena, just as you knew there was little you could do to help Johanna while she was in the arena. Sure, there was the rebellion plan, but at the moment it was a waiting game. You decided the best you could do was strategize with other victors collaborating with tributes that were part of the plan.

As you were discussing things with Haymitch, he teasingly brings up something about Johanna being bold. Upon further inquiry, he laughs. "I mean, she got undressed in front of me and the star crossed lovers. What else needs to be said?" He replied with a smirk.

You were livid, the image of your wife stripping in front of strangers plaguing your mind. You couldn't even find the will to speak with her.

"Hey, baby, I'm back from the interview with Flickerman," Johanna's voice echoed through the suite as she entered, taking off her shoes. She made her way to a bedroom, the one you two had been sharing. When she saw you, just sitting there without acknowledging her, a pit develops in her stomach. "What's up?"

"Why won't you talk to me? What did I do?" You could hear her voice full of concern, and mild desperation.