"Let me guess, you must be a very finicky person!" Tobias teases Finnick.

"Very funny," Finnick replies.

"Well I'm Four, and this is Tris," Tobias introduces me.

"Really? You look older..."

"That's my nickname. I'm eighteen years old, and my real name is Tobias."

"I think you should stick with Tobias," Finnick says. "And is Tris short for something too?"

"Yes, it's short for Beatrice," I reply.

"Well I got to say, at least your names are normal, well besides Tobias's nickname. We're I come from, people are named after bread, roots, and other strange things."

"Well no wonder your name is Finnick!" Tobias exclaims.

"Shut up four-year-old!"

"Guys, stop fighting!" I tell them. "So where are you from, and how did you get here?" I ask Finnick.

"Long story," he replies. "I'll tell you guys once we get out of here."

We go back on the elevator and arrive back in the lobby.