I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta’s hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a good-bye, and we begin counting. ‘One.’ Maybe I’m wrong. ‘Two.’ Maybe they don’t care if we both die. ‘Three!’ It’s too late to change my mind. I lift my hand to my mouth, taking one last look at the world. The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare (Collins).
This passage MOST likely came from which part of the plot?