Peeta can feel a smile - of relief, of hope - starting to curl his mouth as Daine begins to rise from the muck. It's still there, frozen on his face, when she loses her grip and falls back in. He doesn't even have time to call her name - doesn't have time for anything more than a frantic flap of the bow toward her still visible hand - before she disappears entirely beneath the ground.

He stares in horror at the spot for a brief, never-ending moment, somehow both completely numb inside and with a roaring in his head. Then, all thought of himself gone, he stumbles forward on his knees, only to find the ground now solid beneath his clawing hands.

"Daine! DAINE!"

There is no answer. He digs at the solid ground and screams her name.