Discovering Effie wakes me up early in the morning. I check my clock. Three in the morning, to be exact. "Have you woken Peeta up too?" I ask. "What? Oh, Peeta! I woke him up an hour ago." She says. Poor Peeta. "Why are you waking us up so early, Effie?" I ask/complain. "I got a message from the Capitol saying that we missed one of the tributes on the Victory Tour, which is horrifying, so we're going to her district now to make up for it. "What's her name?" Peeta asks, coming in. He looks even worse than I must do. His hair is tangled and he has dark shadows under his eyes. "They said her name was Francesca Anders." Effie says. Peeta looks at me, confused. "That doesn't ring any bells with either of us." I say. "They sent me a photo too, in case you didn't remember." Effie says, and pulls a photo out of her bag. As soon as me and Peeta see it, we recognise her. We gasp. "Foxface?!" Peeta exclaims. The ginger hair and amber eyes are unmistakeable. "That's not a nice thing to call someone, young man!" Effie tells him off. "You have to admit, princess, she does look like a fox." Haymitch says. She hits him with her handbag. "Don't be mean! And stop calling me princess!" She studies the photo. "Quite a pretty young thing, actually. It's a shame we lost her." She shakes her head and walks off. Peeta and I stare at each other in surprise. We look down at the photo. Foxface looks so different, in a dress and heels, wearing make up, but it's definitely her. At the bottom of the photo, someone has written Francesca Anders, 15 years old. 9/6/12. "I wish we knew before." Peeta whispers. "So do I. But she's dead. What can we do now?" I ask him. He stands, and pulls me up. He finds a silver frame in a cupboard and slides the photo in. He hangs it up on the wall of the train. "That's one thing we can do. Now, we can go to District 5 and give her a proper goodbye." I didn't even know her properly, but I feel my eyes filling with tears. Say goodbye to Francesca Anders. Say goodbye to Foxface.