Getting up is harder than I expect. The shoes I'm wearing aren't made for the slipperiness of snow, and my leg doesn't help the situation. As quickly as I get up I slip and goes down, landing hard and woofing out a breath.

"Of course I'm here," I manage to say, struggling to my feet. I want to go to her, I want to touch her and make sure she's real and okay. "I heard you calling. Katniss, where are we?"