"No thanks, Gadget," Chip told her after dinner, "I prefer to go down there and do it myself."

"Okay Chip," She replied, "I just thought that I could save you the trouble if I tapped into the mental state of the police to see if anything cropped up." Chip nodded, but he enjoyed his vigils at the police station and felt that Gadget might lose concentration on her work if she was listening to the minds of the police, which could cause a serious injury.

About half an hour later they had all taken to relaxing in the living room; Dale was watching another 1950s B-movie, Chip was flicking through a mystery magazine, Monterey was just reclining in a pin-cushion substituting for a bean bag, Tammy was moonlighting over Chip, Zipper was relaxing much the same way as his long-time friend and Gadget had taken to meditating in one corner to try and fully master her new mental capability. They were all absorbed in whatever they were doing when a revelation hit Zipper like a concentrated beam of sunlight through a magnifying glass, he buzzed in Monterey Jack's ear, bringing him back to reality.

"That's a good point, Zipper me-lad." He replied as he turned to the others. "Hey guys, how come Gadget's now got this new fangled telepathy when she's hardly shown any mental powers beyond her blindingly-astounding intellect?" This was something that struck Chip and Tammy very hard; Gadget caught on to this and began to think why she could read thoughts now. Dale immediately put them at ease.

"It's easy," He told them, "She's had ESP in her all her life, but it's hardly shown itself, what you might call dormant. The electric shocks must've awakened it, that one she got from Rat was the strongest yet by the looks of it. I've seen it in one of the earliest episodes of 'Space Hike'!"

"Why didn't I catch on to that part before?" Gadget muttered as she temporarily left her meditation, probing Dale's mind for more information about what he had watched. "Golly," She exclaimed, rising from her seated position in the corner of the room, "Wouldn't that mean…?" Dale nodded.

"You might even be able to make things move by thought!" Everyone else in the room looked at Gadget with amazement and awe.

"Crikey," Monty exclaimed, "Gadget-luv being telekinetic!?! That'd really make a blinder of a life for yer, Gadget!" Gadget nodded and said.

"I'm going to have to meditate all the more. Unless I can fully master these powers and retain my personality then I'll be more of a danger than a help!" Chip understood this very clearly, he was rather nervous about Gadget's subconscious running wild while she slept, he did not want sharp object's flying around every time she got some shut-eye.

"Is there anything we can do to help you?" He asked her, Gadget thought for a while before shaking her head and answering.

"Just be yourselves guys, I will train by myself. By going on as you've always done, you can be more help to me mastering my mental abilities than if you tried to moderate your thought patterns, that would simply make things to easy and you'd be in danger if any of you unwittingly lost control of your thoughts and emotions." There was a pause and she added. "I must be ready for whatever turbulence I might detect in an individual's brainwaves."

Tammy didn't stay long; she knew her mother would worry if she was away too long and said goodbye sometime between 19:00 and 20:00 EST.

The next few days passed by pretty smoothly, the criminal element did not pass beyond the efforts of police resources and Gadget was quickly getting the hang of her telepathy. She usually spent the most of the in her workshop as she had always done in the past, but she made sure to spend the evenings in meditation.

Then there was an occasion when an unknown fox had been spotted looting the homes of elderly ladies, the Rangers were quick to act and found tracing him easy thanks to Gadget's new telepathy. The actual confrontation was known to have been difficult, fortunately Gadget had brought some gear to help them deal with the more understandable side of what this fox was likely to throw at them. However this was one wily fox and, had it not been for Gadget's telepathy, the Rangers might've actually failed on this one; fortunately the laws of narrative always find a way for them to succeed.

The Rangers staggered through the front door of their headquarters, exhausted by the struggle against the rogue fox and then going round returning the hooky to it's rightful owners. Something was disturbing Chip, Gadget showed no signs of exhaustion; in fact she looked just as perky as when they usually completed a typical mission.

"That was a blinder of a mission, mates." Monterey commented. "How about we hit the sack?" Chip and Dale were certainly ready to get some shut-eye and Zipper was about to give up flying for the night, but Gadget spoke up.

"Golly Monty, it's only eight-thirty." In response to this surprisingly alert comment Chip pointed out to her what everyone else was feeling.

"Gadget," He told her, "We're all exhausted after that escapade! Are you telling us that, after all the effort you've put into this mission, you're not even a bit tired?!?" Gadget looked at the others, it didn't take a psychic to tell that they were more out of it than Newton was when he did one mercury experiment too many, she was rather surprised that they were so tired when she felt so up-and-atom.

"Okay guys," She said, "You can all call it a night. I'll just meditate for a while; it might make me more restful." And with that they all split up and went to their bedrooms.

Gadget actually spent much longer meditating than she had originally supposed, it wasn't until 22:10 that she stopped. Furthermore she then went to her workshop to try a few small modifications to a device here and there. It wasn't until 00:30 that she went to bed; the sight of the digital watch in her room astonished her.

'Golly,' She thought, 'I'll probably be sleeping longer even than Dale!' She knew how soundly the red-nosed chipmunk could sleep and how much he enjoyed activities that used very little energy.

The next morning brought a new surprise; Gadget was actually the first up, even though she was the last to bed.

"Crikey luv," Monty declared as he found Gadget making the breakfast this time, "What time did yer get up?!?" Gadget turned round, noting the sensation of surprise and bewilderment emitting from him, and said.

"I was rather surprised myself, it was only twenty-to-six when I woke up and I felt completely refreshed. I only got up ten minutes later, once I was sure that it wasn't a brief awakening." Monty blinked and his mind began to churn with theories to account for this event. "Golly Monty," She commented as she caught on to his line of thought, "It could be that my sleep requirements have, somehow, declined over the past week!"

Breakfast was truly something to remember, for it had neither the cheese as was standard for Rescue Ranger culinary practice nor the tang of motor oil that usually accompanied Gadget's cooking as she had a thorough shower after she got up.

"Gosh," Dale exclaimed upon hearing the news from Gadget and Monterey, "How long have you actually slept, Gadget?" There was a pause before she answered.

"Gee, I suppose it was approximately five hours!" Chip hesitated as Gadget tended to sleep less than the rest of them anyway. "I've had a sleep pattern covering a period of approximately six hours before all this started." She added as Chip's concentration made his thoughts clear as day to her.

All the Rangers were quite sure now; Gadget was developing something new, something beyond the logic to which she held so dear, something that would take her to a whole knew level of life-kind. But what they didn't and couldn't know was exactly how high she would reach.