When I woke up John was gone, but I remembered the night vividly. That couldn't have been fake, he was so, real, it couldn't have just been a wild hallucination. I rolled out of bed, looking around the room to see if he was on the ground or something. He was here, I fell asleep next to him, or was I asleep the whole time? I pulled on my robe and unlocked my door, walking into the living room where Mrs. Hudson and Molly were already up. They looked more excited than I wanted them to be, they should be as miserable as I was.

"Good news Sherlock!" Molly exclaimed. I looked at her with annoyance, there was no such thing as good news anymore, surely she should understand that more than anyone.

"What?" I asked.

"He found water!" she exclaimed. Even though the night I had, I smiled the expression almost hurting my face since it felt like I haven't smiled in ages.

"You're serious?"  I asked, as if she was just trying to cheer me up.

"There was a little pond and he managed to sanitize some water, he's up and on the move again." Molly said. My face dropped a little bit, realizing what that meant.

"So, he's still in there?" I asked. They both looked as confused as I felt.

"Of course dear, where could he go?" Mrs. Hudson asked. I shook my head, of course he hadn't been real last night, of course he was just a hallucination. The fact that he could've gotten out was way too ridiculous.

"Nothing, just, hoped he wasn't." I muttered. Molly looked slightly suspicious, she knew that I had been resorting to things to fall asleep, by now she had to have realized that I was getting high almost every night.

"Let me guess, dreams?" Mrs. Hudson asked, stirring her tea around. I nodded, taking a seat on the couch but couldn't help smiling.

"He's okay then?" I asked, not willing to believe it.

"Maybe he heard your speech, it wouldn't be impossible." Molly suggested. I glared at her, disappointed that Mrs. Hudson didn't look surprised. Obviously she had been told about what happened.

"So you've been informed." I sighed.

"We're worried about you Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson pointed out.

"There's nothing to be worried about." I defended.

"Drugs?" Mrs. Hudson pointed out. I looked up at her with surprise.

"What about them?" I asked in a bored expression. I didn't expect to be confronted like this; I didn't want them to go poking around in my private life.

"Oh come on, Molly was smart enough to figure that out, when you say everything under the sun we can figure out it's drugs." She insisted.

"I'm not on drugs, I haven't sunken that low yet." I defended. Molly held up a shoe, my shoe in fact, the drug shoe.

"Where did you get that!" I demanded.

"I got it when you were asleep, not too hard to pick a lock." She shrugged, dumping the multiple syringes into her hand. "You were, well, cuddling your pillow." Molly said in a small voice. I felt myself blushing, but I was too worried about them finding about the drug shoe than my hallucinations.

"Did you have a warrant?" I defended, holding out my hands for the shoe and its contents.

"No, but we have every right to search. Drugs lead you down a dangerous path Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson said.

"I've already been down the dangerous path, that's why I need them, to keep me from remembering it." I pointed out, still gesturing for the drugs.

"You said that John helped you sleep without these?" Molly asked. I didn't want to, but I nodded. And then, to my amazement, she handed me two syringes. "These should hold you over until he returns. If he doesn't, we have to send you to rehab, but if he does, we're flushing all of these little needles down the toilet." Molly insisted. I shoved the syringes in my pocket, afraid that they'd try to take them from me again.

"Fair enough." I muttered.

"We're very disappointed in you Sherlock, for not telling us about this." Mrs. Hudson pointed out.

"Don't tell me you haven't used them before?" I asked Molly.

"No. I knew that if I did I'd only get worse." She pointed out.

"How do you sleep at night?" I was amazed that she was able to.

"With a lot of tea and self-respect." She snapped. I frowned at her, obviously she wasn't thinking much of me at the moment, but what did I care, I got what I wanted. But rehab, oh that sounds miserable. Good thing I'd never go there. If John doesn't make it out, I know the last place I was going was rehab and the first place was to go visit the man upstairs. I sulked, leaning my head on my knees and watching the TV. The Careers were suffering now, almost as much as the others without water. They were sluggish and irritable, I was kind of hoping a fight would break out between them, leaving many dead and less for John to have to deal with, but obviously that was too much to ask. But as long as they went without water, the better the chances that they would die.

"Breakfast then." Mrs. Hudson decided, walking over to the table, which was once again loaded with all types of food. I wandered over, not wanting to take my eyes off of the TV since John could show up any moment. It was weird, almost like he was a celebrity on an award show, a very deadly award show. I didn't eat anything more than some bacon since I had a full meal last night. Molly looked mad at me, and it was no mystery why. She didn't approve of the drugs, but it's really not her area to complain about.

"Why don't you eat a bit more than that?" Mrs. Hudson suggested.

"I'm not hungry." I pointed out. Mrs. Hudson sighed, but gave up there. Molly didn't say anything, which was a bit of a miracle if you ask me. She just glared at me, but as long as she kept her mouth shut I wasn't complaining. I didn't know how they expected me to get through with only two syringes. At the moment on the TV the Careers were hunting down some poor tribute, a girl, but she was running for her life so I couldn't quite tell who it was. When she went down with an arrow I tried to think of who all was left. There couldn't be too many others; in fact the only non-Careers I remember are John and the girl on top of the volcano. I knew that once the numbers go down the gamemakers will use the lava to get the remaining tributes and entertain the audience. I hoped John could figure that out too, and get prepared. If the volcano does explode then that would take out the girl on top, but what about the Careers? Would he have to fight all of them or trick them, like I did? I excused myself from breakfast and sulked off to my room, not in the mood to go talking to people today. Maybe tonight I'd go out, but for now if I get turned down one more time I'm afraid I'll rip someone's head off. I locked the door, but it didn't give me enough security since Molly had said she could pick a lock. I guess I really underestimated her motherly side, breaking and entering just to make sure I wasn't doing anything I shouldn't. I sighed; looking at the bed where I was sure John had been last night. It made no sense, usually my hallucinations weren't solid, maybe it was just a dream, or because I had two shots instead of one. I sat against the headboard and got my sketch book out, observing my last drawings. John with the victor's crown and John killing off the last Careers, my dreams on paper apparently. I flipped to an empty page and started doodling with the charcoal pencil, not quite sure what I was drawing, but trusting my thoughts to map it out. When I was done I stared at it, this time it was John on a rock in the arena, above flowing lave while there were bodies sinking into the fires. That would be nice, yes. There was a knock on the door and I just sighed. When would they start to understand that I really didn't like to talk to them?

"What?" I yelled.

"I was wondering if we were going to go out and find sponsors!" Molly called back.

"Tonight!" I said.

"Okay, if that's what you want!" Molly agreed, and I heard her high heels clicking against the floor. Half of me hoped she would go out by herself; it seemed like a Molly thing to do. I spent the rest of the day in my room, ignoring their calls for lunch. I had the TV on in here, and so far John had shown up a number of times. He looked a lot better and more alert, drinking from a container he probably got from the backpack. He was also eating what looked like a cooked bird, I wasn't paying enough attention to see how he got and cooked that, but I wasn't complaining. When it switched back to the Careers, they didn't look nearly as good as he did, which gave me a feeling of hope. Maybe he did have a chance to outlive them. Irene didn't look good at all, which I knew I should be sad about but I really wasn't complaining. Her hair was a mess, apparently they didn't have hair brushes or makeup in the arena and she looked like a completely different person. As far as I know she hadn't had any sponsors, her master plan didn't work like she thought it would apparently. It wasn't just our fault that we weren't trying to get people to fund her, I think she had all she really needed with the careers. It would've been different if she hadn't gone with them. I knew that Molly and I had subconsciously agreed that John was the more important person to save out of the two, and I was certainly not complaining. At about five o'clock I came out of my room for the first time, the sunlight coming out of the picture windows making my eyes burn.

"Hello dear." Mrs. Hudson said with a smile. Once again she had a mug in her hand and a biscuit in the other.

"Where's Molly?" I asked, noticing her absent glare.

"She went out to do some sponsoring, I'm sure she'll be back to pick you up." she said with a smile. I nodded, happy that she was out there helping while I sulked. "Have you been watching the games?"

"John seems good." I said with a nod.

"I'm worried about that volcano though; it's been bubbling and rising for a little while." Mrs. Hudson pointed out. I nodded somberly, if Mrs. Hudson thought something looked bad than it really must be.

"I hope he'll be okay." I muttered, as if she already know that.

"I know dear, we all do." She agreed. The elevator dinged and Molly stepped out, but instead of looking angry she looked delighted.

"Great news!" she exclaimed. I looked at her with suspense, what god news? She held up a piece of paper, but even from here I could tell it was a check. I jumped to my feet and ran over to her, giving her a huge hug and examining the check. It was for five thousand dollars.

"How in the world!" I exclaimed, but I didn't care, it was here, that was what mattered. I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I actually gave her another hug.

"Oh it took ages, but this nice woman was crying by the time I stopped talking." Molly admitted, rather flustered from my hug. I felt like I could actually jump up and dance, which of course I'd never do, but John might actually be okay.

"What can we buy with this?" I asked.

"Let's find out." Molly decided, placing the check in my hand and running to her room, returning not a minute later with her laptop. She placed it on the kitchen counter, turning it on and pulling up a webpage she had saved to her desktop. The background, once again, was me with the victor's crown on, but neither of us paid any attention to that. It was a Capital webpage of all of the things sponsors could fund, and she scrolled down to the five thousand mark.

"Let's see, we can buy him a half a loaf of bread, an empty water skin, bandages, or a couple of packs of matches." Molly read. It wasn't much, but it was perfect.

"Let's send the bread, he needs all the energy he can get." I decided. 

"Okay, we'll be back Mrs. Hudson, we've got to send some bread!" she said with a lot of excitement. It was quite pathetic actually, how we were so thrilled over some bread, but John needed all the help he could get, and now I was actually able to help him. Molly and I went in the elevator down to the ground floor, walking through the lobby and carrying the check in my hand like it was royalty. We went back to the building where the Capital Viewing area was, but this time we went to a completely different floor. I had forgotten about my stolen badge from before, so both of us got new ones and were sent up the elevator to the third floor. When the doors opened it looked like a fast food restaurant. People were examining boards above the counter, where people in white uniforms were talking with the mentors to arrange sponsorship. Molly and I already knew what we were getting, so we went to the nearest open person and Molly set everything up. There was a peacekeeper right next to us, standing guard, which very much creeped me out. They smelled weird too, up close, like clean leather and plastic. The Peacekeeper paid me no attention, but I really didn't like being so close.

"Here Sherlock, write a note to him." Molly said, handing me a small piece of white paper and a fancy Capital pen. So much to write in so little space. For all I know, this would be the last thing I ever said to him, talk about stressful. I scribbled down my note and passed it back to Molly. It read, I hope to see you soon; we have full faith in you- SH. I also drew a small little heart next to my name, just to remind him of that. Molly smiled at me and passed the note over to the Capital worker, who took the check and the note and thanked us for our time.