Wendell Molinson quietly shut the door to his office. He crossed the room and sat down heavily behind the desk. Sighing loudly, he looked at the young woman sitting in front of him.

"Well, Miss Belden, here we are again."

Molinson then proceeded to lecture Trixie on her rash behavior. As usual, Trixie had been able to resolve a problem that had perplexed the police force. But that wasn't the point; Trixie's safety needed to be paramount. Trixie sat on a straight-backed chair, her hands tucked under her legs. She watched Molinson talk, but didn't hear his words. After all, she had sat through this same lecture so many times. But her ears perked up when she heard the lecture go in a different direction.

"Now, Trixie, if you eve repeat what I am about to say, I will deny it."

Trixie's eyes widened as Molinson continued.

"But you, young lady, have a gift. You can take hold of a 'mystery', as you call it. You work it and hold onto it until you solve it. Quite a few on the force look up to you. Heck, most of Sleepyside looks up to you. But you let your gfit carry you instead of guide you. Do you understand?"

"Um, not really," replied Trixie.

"When your gift carries you, you are powerless. But when it guides you, you are in control. You are the engineer."

Trixie looked into Molinson's eyes. He returned her steady gaze, admiration and concern showing in his eyes.

Slowly, Trixie got up to leave Molinson's office. She turned back to him.

"Carry or guide?" she whispered.

Molinson nodded as the door closed.