#cat136

It was about two weeks, though Gage lost any strict count by the third day, since they'd been rescued. Though the subject of Holland's whereabouts had been broached early on, Gage hadn't had the heart to bring it up again. She was certain she knew at least somewhat Cat's struggle. To have the love of your life taken from you so suddenly....in a different sense, it was something Gage was all too familiar with. She meant to speak to Cat about it, to reassure her somehow, or to remind her that she wasn't alone, but they hadn't gotten around to any in-depth conversations. There was too much chaos going on, and Gage was too preoccupied - with her own healing, with Wiley's, and with the adjustment to this strange new world they found themselves in.

They'd just finished breakfast when Gage approached Cat. She was nervous to do it. Cat was younger than Wiley and here she was, hopefully able to teach Gage how to save herself. It was strange, though she supposed fitting. It was strange times, after all.

There was another tribute with Cat when Gage went to find her. Gage and Cat had met briefly on the train, but Cat wasn't specifically assigned to help Gage and Wiley, or something like that. Capitol semantics. The tribute Cat was helping now was from Eight, as far as Gage could recall, and looked to be nearly as young. It hardly seemed fair for a twelve year old to be reaped in this of all Games, against all of the grown-ups.