It had been awhile since Wyatt had thought about the possibility, really thought about it about being possible, of going home. He didn't believe tributes the Capitol were tired of were sent back anymore and when he thought of the future....

Max was in it. That's what his home looked like now. The where and when weren't much of a concern to him.

(Max might want to go back, if it were possible. Maybe they could send him further back to before his family had been killed.

Wyatt quickly set that aside.)

"An' if ya can't go home?"