The room they entered was smaller, but the lack of people made it seem more spacious. A man sat at the far side, surrounded by a few large men who scared Elsa. All of them had implants; no two matched another man's. The man in the chair, by contrast, was thin and frail-looking.

Her father approached the men, stopping about 3 meters in front of the sorry-looking throne. Elsa hid behind him. Her father wasted no time in getting down to business.

"Pabbs," he said, his pleading voice seeming weaker than normal. "I need you to help my daughter."

The two muscular men closest to the chair looked towards the smaller man. He nodded and stood up, grabbing a cane that was hidden in the armrest of the chair before hobbling over to the three Arens.

"Let me see her," he said, in a raspy, Irish accent. Her father laid Anna on the floor and Pabbs knelt on one knee to look her over. "Do you have any implants?" He asked her father, still looking over the girl.

"I do," said her father.

"You're too old to be of help," said the Auggie. "What about your other daughter?"

"She does," her father said.

"Let's bring her over then." Pabbs looked her over before motioning her to come over. "Come child, don't be scared. I just want you to watch is all."

Elsa slowly made her way past her father and stood next to Pabbs, who touched Anna's temple and then her own. Floating windows showed error logs above her sister's motionless body. The Irish auggie scrolled through the logs, searching for something to tell him what was going on.

"What happened just before she entered her condition?" He asked while he worked.

"She had just gotten her implants the day before," said Elsa's father. "It was a birthday present. She seemed to take them well, as she didn't exhibit any behavior the doctors told us would mean her body was rejecting them."

"Is that really all? There's nothing else?" Pabbs' question seemed to hit Elsa in the chest with an ice-cold pang.

"I, uh, had made her a program," Elsa said, hesitantly. "And then she watched another program I'd put together. The next morning, we woke up to her like this."

"I see," said Pabbs. "Would you let me see these programs?"

Elsa nodded and got O.L.A.F. and The Magic ready for playing, then reached a shaking hand towards the old man's temple.

"There are two," she said meekly. "The first one was a simple program I call 'The Magic.'" She went to say something else, but didn't know what else to say, so she awkwardly started the program. Pabbs watched through his implant.

"Okay," he said when it was all done. "And the other one?"

"This one was more personalized for her," Elsa said, a little embarrassed. "But this one is called O.L.A.F." She ran the program.

After O.L.A.F. had ran for a few minutes, Pabbs told her to turn it off. As she did, he opened his implants' logs and scrolled through them. He shook his head.

"There are some warnings," he said, looking closer at his and Anna's log files. "But I'm not seeing any warnings like she has."

"So then what now?" Elsa's father stepped towards the trio.

"The only the we can do," said Pabbs. "We assume it's her hardware. I can reset her software so that it's back to factory and then power it down. That should cause her brain to get over what's causing the conflict." He looked at Elsa.

"It's probably for the best she never finds out about this," he said to her. "I've seen a lot of situations like this in my time; people find out they have augments but can't use them... most of the time it drives them into hysteria and depression. It doesn't end well."

"We'll do whatever we must," her father said. His desperate tone said everything.

"Okay," said Pabbs. He turned back to Anna and made some gestures. The floating windows slid away towards her sister's body and disappeared. Pabbs tapped her temple and motioned her back to her father. She obliged.

The old man made some more gestures over the young, unconscious girl and then held his hand at the base of her skull. A small beep came from the small girl and he pulled his hand away. He returned to his seat.

"Let her sleep the night then give her a glass of water in the morning," he said. "She should be well."

"Thank you, Pabbs," said her father, picking Anna up. "I'll make sure you're paid if this works."

"I look forward to it." The small man grinned. "You know where to send the check."

Elsa looked at her father and was surprised to see the shocked and confused expression on her father's face. It was only there for a second before he shook his head a little and nodded.

"Yes, indeed," he said before turning around and walking out of the room. Elsa followed. Again, they walked through the room full of people and cigarette smoke in order to get to her father's vehicle. Once there, her father gently placed Anna in the backseat before driving back to their residence.

The drive home was silent, but it was a hopeful silence. One that Elsa thought contained an eagerness to see if her sister would wake up in the morning.

"Nothing about this to your mother." Her father's words broke the silence.

"Yes dad," said Elsa.

"I just..." Her father trailed off.

"I understand," Elsa said. "You don't want her hopes up. I know."

Her father looked at her approvingly, and she could tell a little bit of the edge was gone from his features. It looked like there was a lot that he wanted to say to her, but he stayed silent.

"I guess I'm just glad to have a smart, beautiful daughter," he said quietly.

With no further words, they arrived at the house. They silently took Anna back in and laid her in her bed. Then Elsa got a glass of water and slowly drip-fed it to her sister until it was empty. And after that, Elsa went to bed, excited yet terrified of the unknown outcome that the morning would bring.