She freezes when she hears her name. Maybe she's not crazy. But how does that make sense? The memories she has of Lydia don't reconcile with her training and yet her name on the other girl's lip sounds right in a way that nothing else has.

Fighting an overwhelming urge to hug Lydia, Allison nods slowly. "I am really confused right now," she admits, careful to keep her voice low so that no one will overhear her confession. Questioning anything is a direct line to being accused of treason and getting sent down to infrared level. Or worse.