That night, as the hospital quieted, Gareth shadowed the corridors in search of answers. He found Callan outside, seated on the curb, a lone figure in the city’s endless hum.

When Callan saw Gareth approach, hope flickered in his weary eyes.

“Why?” Gareth asked softly. “Why should I believe you?”

Callan looked down, tracing patterns in the dirt with his finger. “Because I once knew someone who needed help. No one believed them either. But I learned things, things about how the world works… and sometimes, it’s the things we trust most that hurt us.”

Gareth’s skepticism wavered. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just… give her a chance. Turn off the machines, only for a short while. It might be all she needs to find her way back.”

Conflicted between hope and fear, Gareth nodded, a decision forming. “Tomorrow,” he said, with a resolve he hadn’t felt in weeks.

The next day, Gareth requested the medical team to meet him. Dr. Myles was vehemently against any interference. “You’re risking her life, Mr. Quinnell. These machines keep her stable.”

Gareth’s voice was steady. “And what if stability isn’t what she needs? We’ll monitor her closely. Any sign of distress, and we’ll restore everything.”

Reluctantly, the doctors agreed to a brief shutdown. As they powered down one machine after another, the room grew still. Every eye was on Elara, the air thick with tension.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then a soft gasp escaped Elara’s lips. Her fingers twitched. The room erupted into action, doctors checking monitors as Gareth held his breath.

Elara’s eyelids fluttered, a flicker of consciousness crossing her face. Her eyes, once closed in endless slumber, opened to the world, blinking against the light.

“Daddy?” she whispered, her voice fragile but unmistakably there.

Gareth dropped to his knees beside her bed, tears of relief streaming down his face. “Elara, oh my God…”

The staff buzzed around them, but Gareth’s world had shrunk to his daughter’s face, the miracle of her return. He looked back to the window, hoping to see Callan. But the boy was gone, his promise fulfilled.

In the days that followed, Elara’s recovery astounded her doctors. She spoke of dreams and voices, of a boy named Callan who had guided her back.

Gareth never saw Callan again. But he often wondered about the boy with dirt-streaked clothes and eyes that saw beyond the ordinary. A child who, in his own mysterious way, had taught him to believe in the impossible. And in doing so, had brought his daughter back into the light.