Finally, Peeta turns to Pollux. "Well, then you just became our most valuable asset. " Castor laughs and Pollux manages a smile. We're halfway down the first tunnel when I realize what was so remarkable about that exchange. Peeta sounded like his old self, the one who could always think of the right thing to say when nobody else could. . . I glance back at him as he trudges along under his guards, Gale and Jackson, his eyes fixed on the ground, his shoulders hunched forward. So dispirited. But for a moment, he was really here.
Old San Francisco - the one so many nostalgics yearn for - had buildings that related well to each other.