[There is a small girl wandering Central park, a certain kitten named Jasper cradled in her arms. Beside her, leaning up against a tree, is a bow that looks to be rather bigger than she is -- it may look familiar to a few people.
Katniss is not sure what to do, here. There are people that know her, and Prim is here, but Prim is older than she is, and that can't be right. Prim's supposed to be small, about six, now. Her mother and father are nowhere to be found, either, and this looks absolutely nothing like home. Maybe this will make her feel better. She scoots up against the tree, rests a hand on the bow and leans back, singing something quietly to herself. For those who are paying attention, this is how the song goes:]Are you, are you, coming to the tree
Where I told you to run so we'd both be free
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you, coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
[She only sings a little, but it is enough to quiet the squirming kitten, and she pets his ears carefully, before turning her attention to the comm.]This isn't district 12. Where's my father?