For a few moments, it seems to be working. She can feel herself moving against the pull of the swamp, her shoulders slowly surfacing as she forces herself not to kick her legs or do anything but hold onto the bow.

Then her fingers slip. She pitches forward into the mud before she can do more than gasp. Her head goes under, the mud filling her nose and ears, pressing against her eyelids. One hand, though, is still free, and she tries to stretch it up into the air, hoping Peeta can still get the bow to her. She can feel the mud creeping up her wrist as she continues to sink, and her lungs start to burn. She flexes her fingers desperately, praying to feel the bow again, and she feels something…

And then the swamp takes her hand, too. She can't hold her breath any longer. The swamp seems to squeeze the air out of her as she gasps reflexively, the mud filling her lungs…

… and then she's gone.