Jefferson was in his office, finishing up a few things he needed to get done. It wasn't much but he would rather get it done then have more work to do by then.

It was rather dark, eight o'clock at the moment. Jefferson has two candles on his desk, the light was dimming on his work so he could see. He was using his quill to write

“Hm.. Hopefully this will please Washington enough. Hopefully the rascal [Alexander Hamilton] won't say too much. Another meeting with him and I might die.”