"Something like that," he agrees. "Problem with rivers, they can be unpredictable."

He should be able to make something better, but it could just be that he'd found a spot in the river that wasn't good for fish traps. He misses his boat. He misses the crew he used to sail with occasionally. He misses knowing where he stood in District Four, even if that knowledge came with everything being a victor meant. It means spending a lot of time trying to learn the things here he'd known at home. He needs to build contacts, and he needs to find people who will be willing to let a stranger learn from them.

But to start with, he's just trying to build a small reputation as someone worth trading with. Which means catching enough fish to trade.

He holds up the broken trap.

"It's a fish trap. Or it was, before something smashed it and let the fish out."