Meeting with the President

You scoot to the edge of the bed, removing your hospital gown, & replacing it with the clothes provided for you. You take a quick glance at Meredith after you disrobe, forgetting she's in the room. She's staring at the floor, blushing, trying to look busy with a manila file folder.

Once you are dressed, she leads you upstairs, to an office-like environment. After passing a few desks with people feverishly typing & chattering, you arrive at a large office.

Inside is a woman in her early 50s, with slightly-greyed, light-brown hair. You recognize her as the wife of a representative from California. The last 7 years have not served her well; Though she is still pretty, now she sports quite a few more wrinkles than you remember.

"John Doe, I'm glad you're alright," she says. She then clears her throat, & her 2 guards leave the room. "I'll get right to the point. I need you to do a job for me. I'm sure you'll find it quite easy; It will really be more of a reinstatement of your original post. Your unique experience makes you far & away the best man for this job."