Thomas saw a girl curled up under a blanket, her arms wrapped around a pillow, dark hair spilling out. ‘Yeah. That your sister?’ Newt looked at him in surprise. ‘That’s right. Her name’s Lizzy.’ A long pause, during which his head sank until it rested against the window. ‘At least, it used to be. They may think they have us all brainwashed with our new names, but no way I’ll ever forget hers.’
