"Who's Breanna?"

He couldn't have heard her correctly. "You know d- damn well who she is! So where is she? Where's my d- daughter?"

GLaDOS gave a small, mechanical laugh. "I get it. I know what's going on here. All those times you were going on about that girl- what was her name? Cassy?- they were all just fantasies made up by your broken little mind, trying to convince yourself that anyone ever thought you were worthwhile. So now I have to ask. How does it feel to realize your whole life has been one giant hallucination? That everything you've ever loved doesn't exist?"

Doug fell to his knees. "N- no. Y- you're lying! Breanna is my d- daughter! W- we were here so we could save her! I- I'm not hallucinating! She's real! Y- you did something to her, is all! And you don't want me to find her! She's not in my head! Breanna is real! She's real...!" He said this, yes, but could he truly believe it? After all, where was the proof? He was in one of his old dens, his beard seemed not to have been shaved in months. Everything was just how he'd left it. He ran a finger over the painting on the wall, fresh black paint coming off onto his hand. "N- no... Breanna..."

He fell to the ground, reality fading in and out of perspective. One moment he was laying on the floor, the next at home with his little girl. When he finally couldn't take it anymore, he let out a scream of pure anguish.

"Calm down." GLaDOS said after the outburst. "I'm kidding." Doug looked up toward the ceiling. "I got bored. Is it so bad for a woman to have a little fun?" He didn't like to think of her as a woman. After all, the woman who had once lived to create her was long gone. "So, I got to watch you squirm one last time, and you helped me test this new hair growth serum. By the way, if when you shave you find a purple rash, you're going to die. Sorry. But I did learn that it reverses the effects of ziaprazidone. So that's a start."

He didn't sigh in relief. He wasn't sure if he could believe her yet. "S- so where is she, then? Is she ok- kay?"

"It depends on your definition of 'Okay'. The transfer finished a few hours ago. Her body is on twenty four hour surveillance by only my best medical researchers. Just as Mr. Johnson requested." Doug nodded, and noticed the object falling from the ceiling just in time to catch it. The small, silver turret-shaped AI was just as he remembered it, two metal plates covering the optic. "She should power up soon." A panel from the wall opened up into a hallway. "Now get out."

He hated seeing her like this. She'd only been back in her own body for three years. She's only remembered for three years... Doug pressed the cool metal against his face, having been clean shaven for twenty minutes. He'd sat in this same spot on the floor of her room for an hour beforehand. Why wasn't she waking up?

He manually opened the metal plates that served as eyelids, the optic beneath a lifeless grey. "Come on, min kärlek..." He whispered. "Don't leave me..."

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but replay GLaDOS' words in his head over and over.

How does it feel to realize your whole life has been one giant hallucination? That everything you've ever loved doesn't exist?...

Now, as he sat here with the deactivated prototype, he involuntarily wondered if maybe it was all in his head. As excruciatingly painful as it would be, what if it was? What if GLaDOS had been right all along? Telling him otherwise to watch him go completely insane?

"Doug?" He heard his name, turning his head to see Leena standing in the doorway. "What are you doing in here? Where's Breanna?"

Breanna. Hearing the name come from his wife's lips should have comforted him. But still, his head was filled with doubt.

She's in on it, too...

It's all one big conspiracy...

Everything you've ever loved doesn't exist...

He pushed away the paranoid ideas. "She's here." He said, not getting into the details. Every moment the optic remained dark, the more worried he got.

Leena looked around the room briefly. "Where? Doug, what's going on?"

"What's that?" Both Doug and Leena were startled when West's voice came seemingly out of nowhere. He tended to do that.

Doug looked the boy directly in the eyes. "This is what your uncle Michael did to my daughter."

There was silence for a moment, everyone staring at the object in Doug's arms. Leena took a few hesitant steps forward, kneeling down beside him, a hand on his shoulder. "Doug, listen to me. Where is Breanna?"

"I told you," He didn't look up. "She's here. She's right here. Sh- she just needs to wake up. You'll see. Any minute now..."

"West," Leena looked up to him. "Go into the medicine cabinet and get the prescription bottle on the top shelf. That and a glass of water. Go." She then turned to the man on the ground. "It's okay, Doug. We're going to get your medication, and-"

"N- no!" Doug flew to his feet, the metal body clutched in his arms. "I- I don't need it! She's here! She's here, I know she is! My Breanna is real! I- I'm not crazy! I-" His nerves getting the better of him, he let his grip loosen just long enough to allow the prototype fall to the floor, a shower of sparks erupting from the circuitry.

Before he could go over, the quiet whir of machinery could be heard, a small computerized groan going with it. "Wh- what's going on...?" It was her voice.

Doug picked her up, facing the bright blue optic toward his face. "B- Breanna? D- do you know who I am?"

The optic studied his face. "N- no... Should I...?" Doug was surprised he didn't break down right then and there. She was gone. Ripped from his arms once more. And in all honesty, it hurt ten times more than the first time. "Wait..." The light flashed a bit brighter. "Doug... Rattmann..." Suddenly, she let out a small gasp of realization. "D- Daddy!"

Yes. Yes, that was it. That was what he'd been waiting for. Leena could do nothing but stare. "What...? You... How...? You mean, what you said about the robot a few years ago, that was true?"

He nodded, and didn't pull away when West came and sat beside him. "It's really you, then...?"

She stared at the boy for a long few moments. She only recalled who he was upon seeing the class ring on his finger, so much like hers, the only discrepancy being the baseball symbol on the side, as opposed to music notes. West... "Yeah." She said quietly. "Yeah, it's me."