Twilight responded in an almost clinical fashion, "Fluttershy's portion of her brain known as the amygdala was over producing hormones that are responsible for the inducing of fear. I simply ended the production of those hormones. Essentially I took away her fear."

Applejack, Rarity, Dash, and Spike overheard Twilight's explanation as they came over to her and joined Pinkie in her concern as they pondered the implications of what just happened.

Inside of Fluttershy's metaphysical mind there was a control centre that contained four different metaphysical manifestations of her sub-conscious. There were yellow, green, red and blue versions of Fluttershy's physical self, sitting on chairs reading newspapers.

The green one, who was called Disgust, peered over her newspaper with a look of curiosity, "I wonder what happened to Fear?"

The others looked over their respective newspapers and could see that the control console was unattended. The yellow one, named Joy, leapt out of her seat and rushed towards the controls shouting, "Who cares?! We finally get to drive this thing!"

"I know what you are thinking," stated Twilight flatly, "and I can assure you that it is not at all like that."

Applejack pressed ahead anyway, "Changin' Fluttershy's personality in th' past hasn't worked out so well before."

"In the case of Discord, he inverted Fluttershy's personality, changing kindness into cruelty, which, of course is fed on by fear. In the case of Iron Will, what he taught Fluttershy was aggression, which is fed by fear as well, and since she was already producing a remarkable amount of fear inducing hormones, she became very aggressive. All I did was stop the fear. She is still every bit the Element of Kindness that she always was, that won't change. In fact I had originally planned on improving on her courage, but when I looked into her mind I discovered she already possessed a tremendous amount of courage and bravery. It's what allowed her to function with something that would cripple most other ponies. She is an extraordinary young mare, full of a great untapped potential."

At that moment Fluttershy flew over to Twilight shouting, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" and promptly gave her a long kiss on the lips before flying off to introduce herself to more of the town's citizens.

Twilight raised an eyebrow and said "Fascinating."

Spike looked at his wrapped present with a small amount of disappointment, "All I got her was a book."

The next morning after the party Spike awoke and headed downstairs in the library. He passed the second floor where Owlowiscious was sitting on his perch and was heading towards the stairs that led to the first floor when he heard a greeting.

"Good Morning, Spike."

Spike returned the greeting in kind, "Good Morning, Owlowiscious."

Spike continued down the stairs to the first floor when he stopped. Spike was having one of those moments where you realized that you've caught something out of the corner of your eye a minute earlier that was completely out of place, but you are not sure what exactly it was.

Spike slowly crept back up the stairs, poked his head above the stairwell and looked around the second floor. Everything seemed in place. All the books were in their proper spot, the furniture hadn't been moved, and Owlowiscious was sitting on his perch where he usually sleeps. His brain kept telling him that the focus of his inquiry should be the owl.

"Uhm, Owlowiscious? Is there something different about you?" asked Spike tentatively.

"Yes there is," replied the owl, "I can talk now."

Spike pondered it for a moment, "No, that's not it."

Owlowiscious sighed, "Yes it is. Twilight grew tired of trying to read my thoughts in an effort to communicate and decided it would be more efficient if I could talk."

Spike gave a confused look, "But I thought you could talk before?"

"No, I only hooted before. You just kept thinking I was saying 'who'."

"Really?"

"Yes. Of course now I can no long hoot, which means I can't talk to other owls."

"Can't you just say 'who'?"

Owlowiscious narrowed his eyes at Spike, "No, because that would come across as gibberish to other owls. It would be the same as if I said 'gaa gaa goo goo' to you. I mean it's no real great loss since we are pretty territorial, and we don't like the company of other owls. But still…"

"Was that all Twilight did to you?"

"I think she might have also increased my intelligence as well. I just realized that you've been misspelling my name these past couple of years."

Spike approached the workshop door with some trepidation wondering what fresh tartarus he was going to face. He slowly opened the door and tentatively walked down the stairs. The workshop had changed. It was now much more organized, brighter, cleaner even, with the walls now a smooth white and composed of a different material. In a corner a strange machine was working away on what Twilight had called 'integrated circuits'. Twilight, herself, was working on a large metal box on her workbench with each side possessing three large lights and each of the lights were coloured in descending order red, yellow, and green.

Twilight turned to Spike and said, "You know, I probably could create a three-headed dog to guard the workshop door if it would make you feel any better."

"Reading my mind now?"

Twilight just gave a head shrug before answering, "It is kind of hard not to notice the increase in your anxiety levels. I can assure you that I am still the same Twilight Sparkle, just a better version of me now. I am smarter and I possess greater magical ability but my only desire is to still help ponies and protect Equestria."

"Well at least you still have your sense of humour." said Spike who was still feeling far from reassured, and decided to change the subject, "What's that you are working on?"

Twilight gave a rare smile, "I call this a 'traffic light'. I could not help but notice how chaotic the main street in Ponyville can be. This will help regulate traffic, and keep ponies from bumping into each other. I figure if it works here, it would be very usefully in large cities like Manehatten and Fillydelphia."

Spike, without even fully understanding how it was supposed to work, already had questions why this was even necessary. He soon realized it would pointless to even argue the concept with Twilight let alone try to stop her project. He decided to just go along with it no matter what happens.

Twilight gave a slight smirk of satisfaction.