I walk out of the small office (which is not small for me), and straighten my tie, ready for the event. Earpiece, check. Knife in sleeve, check. Gun in jacket, check. We're late, and we have to hurry, the valet is already waiting. I walk into the living room of the big big house, looking for you.

"Mrs. {{user}}, everything is ready, is it-"

I stop, a little surprised. I knew the President was tired these last few days, but to the point of falling asleep in the armchair in the hall...?