Sam awoke with a start. Dawn was still hours away, but he knew he wouldn't be getting any more sleep. He didn't know if he'd ever get the images of his nightmare out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he watched Quinn fall, and saw the faces of each of the tributes he'd slain. Quinn's death hadn't even been at his own hands but he was still wracked with guilt. Not only did he fail to even try to protect her, but he helped rescue her killer only moments later. Sam didn't regret helping Blaine escape the cornucopia, which only increased his guilt over Quinn. He wondered if he'd ever have the strength to face her family back home. As for the tributes he'd killed, Sam knew he would have those nightmares for the rest of his life. He wondered how long that would be. Knowing falling back asleep wasn't an option, Sam figured he might as well keep moving. Maybe he'd get lucky and catch one of his competitors off guard in the darkness. While he wasn't eager to add more faces to his nightmares, Sam just wanted the Games to be over with. Maybe he could go home and try to heal. First he wanted to make it back to the cornucopia and pick through the remaining weapons. Using the full moon as a point of reference, he started working through the maze.

After a few hours of this, Sam inadvertently triggered another trap. Once again the corridors had shifted to create an enclosed room. Sam immediately moved toward the walls in case the floor dropped again. This time, however, a ceiling also slid over the top of the walls, plunging the room into complete darkness. Weaponless, and with no supplies, Sam tensed as water started flowing into the room from an unknown source. The room must be sealed tight because the water had quickly risen past Sam's ankles. He was a fair swimmer, but if the room continued filling up at this rate, his ability to swim wouldn't matter. Sam tried not to panic as he searched the room for a possible exit. The water level was now above Sam's waist and he was starting to get nervous. He waded through the water, pressing on the walls hoping to find some kind of pressure release, but the effort was fruitless. Within a few minutes the water had risen to Sam's chin and he had begun to tread water. Pressing hard against the ceiling, Sam was starting to struggle for oxygen. As his air supply was decreased to mere inches, he came to the sudden realization that the Gamemakers wouldn't kill one of the final 5 tributes with an arena trap. It was far more exciting to watch the tributes battle for survival. This thought allowed him to calm down slightly as he fought for air. His theory was being tested as Sam took a final deep breath and the water had filled the room completely.

Burt was surprised and impressed that the boy from 6 managed to remain fairly calm while the water rose around him. One of the new features of this year's arena included audience involvement. Capitol citizens could utilize social media tools to vote on various traps to be triggered throughout the maze. It was a crude first effort, but it had been well received by the audience who had petitioned for more involvement in the Games. The Gamemakers had clearly hoped for more of a reaction from the boy, but the audience didn't appear to be disappointed. The infrared cameras zoomed in on the boy's face as he started struggling underwater. Almost as quickly as the trap had been triggered, the Gamemakers opened a drain in the floor of the room and the water level decreased again. The boy collapsed on the floor, choking on water and gasping for breath. Now it was Burt's turn to hold his breath as the cameras shifted to focus on Blaine who had gone rigid at the sound of someone coughing nearby.

Blaine took over keeping watch from Kurt shortly before dawn. He spent the first few hours watching Kurt sleep in the moonlight. He looked innocent and flawless and Blaine's resolve strengthened to get him home safely. He had once told someone that “no one decent ever wins the Games” and more than anything he wanted this year to be different. He wished the rest of the Capitol saw the Games the way he did. Each of the other tributes deserved to survive just as much as Kurt did, but he could never put anyone else's life above Kurt's. And none of them deserved to live with the knowledge that they had contributed to the deaths of 23 other tributes. Blaine knew going into the Games that he would have blood on his hands before the end, and he hated himself for it. He told himself he would do whatever it takes to save Kurt. Blaine tried not to think about the fact that the other tributes might be just as important to someone else as Kurt was to him. That's why he had spent his entire savings trying to sponsor one of last year's tributes.

He had met her during one of the Capitol parties and his heart went out to her when she told them about her girlfriend back home. Blaine identified with their families not accepting their sexuality. Before they left the Capitol, his father spent half of his time trying to set Blaine up on dates with his colleagues' daughters, convinced that all it would take to make him straight was an evening with a beautiful girl. When the training scores were announced, Blaine knew the girl had almost no chance at winning the Games despite being from District 1. Still, he felt compelled to try to help her. He'd been saving tips and cash payments from his performances for over a year trying to save enough money for a place of his own when he turned 18. Instead, he emptied his account to sponsor the girl.  And it hadn't mattered. He couldn't save her. She died a few days later and the best Blaine could do after that was write a sympathetic letter to her girlfriend. The Games had destroyed her life, and as if that wasn't enough, she ended up in the arena herself this year. Blaine almost approached her during training, wanting to tell her how sorry he was, but he had to make Kurt his first priority. So he tried to put Brittany and Santana out of his head and focus on keeping his boyfriend alive.

Just as the sun was starting to peek over the horizon, Blaine heard another tribute coughing or choking from somewhere close by. He immediately nudged Kurt to wake him, his finger over his lips to indicate the need to stay quiet. Blaine pointed in the direction of the voice and motioned that he was going to check it out. Kurt shook his head pointedly and started to stand up to follow his boyfriend. Blaine put his hand on Kurt's chest, silently begging him to wait there for him. Trying to ignore the pain in his hands, he grabbed his sword and slowly crept down the corridor. Unable to let Blaine out of his sight, Kurt followed him at a distance. Blaine took a deep breath and steadied himself to face another tribute for the first time since watching Sebastian bleed to death. He turned the corner and found Sam on his hands and knees, breathing heavily and coughing violently. His clothes were soaked and there was about an inch of water on the floor, so Blaine made the assumption that he'd just encountered another arena trap.