He's right. Susannah wraps her own arms around Jake from the back. He is now the peanut butter in this gunslinger sandwich. She manages, barely, to keep herself from sobbing, but she has no intention of trying not to weep. "Lord, Roland, you have to give me the hard job," she mutters and she hugs Jake tighter and clutches Roland's shoulder on the other side of him and lets herself really feel it for the first time that Jake is here, Jake is alive again, when she'd never thought she'd see him again--or if she would have, it would have been a Panem Jake who'd never known her at all.

She hates to let go of him, but it'll be so much harder to explain everything while she's clinging and weeping and right now she's pretty sure that stopping the first will be easier than the second. So she does, eventually. She sits back and takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself.

"It's been a long time, Jake," she says, "for both of us. Longer than you might believe at first. I hope Roland's not asking for an exact repeat of what I told him, because I don't remember what I said exactly, but... I suppose I should tell you first that as far as I know the men we were up against before don't seem to be involved with Panem or the Games at all. And secondly, that I've had time to figure that out since I've been here nearly a year--and I know that won't make sense, that you'd probably only just seen me before they took you, but they can pluck people up from different points in time whenever they want. I've been here nearly a year and Roland's been here a good four or five months." She takes another deep breath. "What have you been told about the Games? And when did you last see us?"