Opal read the article, stared at the photo. Now she had her own name, this girl finally seemed like another person.

Yet Opal found she'd only just begun to understand their similarities. The girl was comatose, abandoned by the Koboi family... She would be a genius, of course. The looks were evident.

Jasmine, she was called. “Jasmine,” breathed Opal, stroking the inky representation.

Opal tore out the article and went to find some paper. Inmates could send letters. Jasmine's nurses would read them out. Opal would get no replies. But there were the newspapers.

They wouldn't be alone any more.