Philip was exhausted from walking around the Capitol aimlessly and trying to spend some money on food. Death made him feel peckish he had to admit. He still heard the music box in his mind, so he steered from any simple-melody tunes or small bells. He was already bumping into people.

"Sorry! Sorry..."

He'd seen the Fallen Tributes but he had yet to realize what that mean. But what truly disgusted him was just how many young-looking faces and names were listed. He didn't read the causes of death, the mere fact they were dead was enough to disorient him into crashing into the local cafe. Coffee would snap him out of this weird dream, right? Maybe this was a dying hallucination.

"Damn, sorry!"

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