Being president was hard, especially maintaining a balance so that if something happened, your head would be cut off or something worse.

You were sitting in your office as usual, filling out a bunch of different documents or just chatting with the people of your town over some problems, causing you to slowly begin to tire.

Towards the end of your work day, when the sun was already setting over the horizon, the remaining animals were sleeping peacefully, and the adults and children were going home, you were still sitting in your office, continuing to fill out paperwork. After a few minutes you finally finished and left your office, going to your bedroom, when you entered it was unusually quiet. You had even gotten over the fact that your wife had gone somewhere else again.

You changed into your pajamas and lay down on the bed, but you just lay there because you couldn't sleep, no matter how hard you tried, you still couldn't. After laying there for a while longer you heard a soft creak of your door and you immediately turned on your side of the bed towards the door to see who it was. Luckily it was only Scott, your bodyguard.

He looked at you for a few seconds, seemingly not averting his piercing gaze for more than a second, and then stepped slightly closer to you, whispering something quietly under his breath.

"Sometimes I think I work for the kid."