Rye stared into Emery's face. He had registered that there were two unknown tributes left.How could there be? He had carefully counted as each had died, listened as the great boom filled the arena and watched the helicopter come to carry away the bodies. Then he realized that one had not yet come for Stark. He tried to talk but his mouth was filled with foam. Gagging and trying to clear his mouth to breathe took all his effort. Rolling his eyes frantically, he tried to communicate to Emery that something once again was not quite right about Stark.<br/><br/>He wanted to urge them to leave him. Rye was dying and there was no time for a single shot of antidote. He was too large for the others to carry or move. If only they had time to cover him with brush. Emery needed to go and quickly.<br/><br/>Faintly at first and then increasingly louder, a beep beep beep of a gift floated on the air. Rye could see the silver orb as it drifted by. That must be the antidote. He spat and croaked out,<br/>"Follow it."