You woke up in a cage. A box, really. You felt tired, and claustrophobic. On the verge of a panic attack. You heard whispers, names being thrown around, referring to certain people. Thomas, Frypan, Alby, Chuck, Gally, Winston, and, there was more, but you hadn't heard them. A boy jumped into the box. He was so.... familiar. Blond hair, tall and lean. You noticed that he stumbled slightly when he hopped into the box, and when he took a step forward, he had a prominent limp.

"It's a girl." He said, British accent clear and crisp. You looked up to see only boys, watching you in the Box.

You breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him. Newt. This was Newt. Your brother.

"Bloody hell." You whispered. Everything about him screamed, he is my brother. His accent, his confident eyes, the way he held himself. Bur for some reason, when he looked at you, something felt... off. The way he watched you curiously like he didn't know who you were, like he was laying eyes on you for the first time. But that couldn't be right. He was your brother.