i don't know what happened to theodore ursa. i don't know why he was gone, or where he went. all i know is that one day he was there and next he wasn't. i would have been about four when he vanished; the only thing about him in my head was little glimpses, little pieces, like his existence had been shattered like glass in my mind. mom and dad let him fade; they never spoke of him again. i think i asked about him once, and they just shook their heads at me and told me not to bring that up. and that was it — i never heard about theodore ursa again, not until the 76th reaping.