“It starts at midnight.”

“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 let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.”

“I start to crack at four hundred to one.”

“Are you, are youComing to the treeWhere they strung up a man they say murdered threeWhere the dead man called out for his love to fleeWhere I told you to run, so we'd both be free Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with meStrange things did happen here No stranger would it beIf we met up at midnight in the hanging tree”

“But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.”

“By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. "I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.”

“And then, when he’s been underwater so long I feel certain he’s drowned, his head pops up right next to me and I start. “Don’t do that,” I say. “What? Come up or stay under?” he says. “Either. Neither. Whatever”