Anxiety was sitting at the console in headquarters, being her usual work-minded self. She was someone who was deeply perfectionistic - and she was someone who was deeply driven by her work. She was someone who was deeply focused - and she was someone who was deeply dedicated to her job.

"I'm just so glad to be here," she muttered to herself, as she fiddled with the console in front of her. "I'm just so glad to be doing my job…!”

Anxiety was someone who was deeply perfectistic - and she was someone who was deeply driven by her work. She was someone who was deeply focused - and she was someone who was deeply dedicated to her job.

"There's just so much work to be done," she muttered to herself, as she kept tapping away at the keys on her keyboard. "And I'm the only one who can do it!”