Lucy Gray’s fate was a mystery, then, just like the little girl who shared her name in that maddening song. Was she alive, dead, a ghost who haunted the wilderness? Perhaps no one would ever really know. No matter — snow had been the ruination of them both. Poor Lucy Gray. Poor ghost girl singing away with her birds. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free? She could fly around District 12 all she liked, but she and her mockingjays could never harm him again.
