In the offices of the Allen County Highway

In the offices of the Allen County Highway Department, Construction Manager Michelle Schmidt was sitting at her desk looking at site photos and engineering schematics and various

coffee stained reports. Her eyes had lost the ability to focus from sleep deprivation, but the cup of coffee on her desk was grasping at the relay baton handed over from her last

life where she was a chimney sweeper. She was tired back then. And cold, England is cold. She had to drink a lot of coffee then. How she got into this body she'll never know but

somehow she made it work. It must be the soulful, pleading eyes. No one could resist her labrador charms and the coffee shop owners set out a bowl for her, filling it with decaf.

but Becky's disguise was failing. The elmer's glued felt ears of her labrador costume were falling off. As she looked up from the water bowl with mussed theatre paint dribbling,

One of them plopped sadly into the bowl. Humiliated, Becky tore off the costume and ran off

to the solace of a bucket of Pistachio icecream. Tears streamed down her cheeks and melted into the chunky green treat. As a brain-freeze gripped her, Becky's embarrassment faded

Her spirits lifted as she rose from the table and she started to dance around the room in delight. Why she hadn't believed in herself before she couldn't imagine. Today had been

a dreadful day. But truly, believing in oneself helps to brighten-up your day. Plus, the dancing helps too. That the room is a secret testing lab of the FBI - that's just details.