As soon as her sneakers hit the gravel, Molly came running toward the FBI Agent, ponytail swaying side-to-side as she did so. Of course, she was all smiles and starry eyes, but she wasn't fully a child. Not really. And yet there was still that innocence, that wide-eyed wonder about Molly Walker that made her Molly; a never-ending faith that good would always triumph evil, and there's always heroes for children who need them the most--just like she did.