It was nearly midnight but the four witches hadn't moved from Zelda's bedside. Hilda was afraid to leave her sister knowing that the medical staff didn't hold out any hope for Zelda and would probably be reluctant to help her if there was an emergency. Their mother and Sabrina were both exhausted and Hilda had told them to go home and rest but neither one had wanted to leave. Vesta had been furious ever since the doctor had came in to try to convince them to pull the plug and had suggested that they make arrangements to move Zelda to a hospital in the Other Realm where the doctors wouldn't be plotting to kill her. Hilda had seriously considered that idea but she was afraid to try it due to how sick Zelda was.

"Aunt Hilda, couldn't we just go into Aunt Zelda's brain and try to fix things ourselves?" Sabrina asked.

"That's a good idea, Sabrina," Hilda said as she stood up and prepared to point herself inside.

"Hilda, no!" Vesta said as she jerked her sister's pointing finger down. "Not tonight. Everyone's too tired. If we're going to make Zelda a do-it-yourself project, we should try to get some rest and start in the morning."

"I guess so," Hilda muttered as she settled back into her seat again. "I just hate to leave her like this for any longer than we have to."