Okay, I'd better drop this off at Leo's. He's been bugging me all day
about it. Where'd Toby go? God, he's been in a bad mood today. What was that
muttering about a baseball bat anyway. . . Oh well. Okay, now then. Hey
Margaret. Leo in? Okay then. Give this to him when he gets back. Back to my
office then. I wonder who I call to get food. Is that Margaret and Cathy?
Wait, why are . . . Okay, Donna and Carol . . Ginger? Oh, God, Cathy better
not tell them about my . . . Okay, they're laughing. She must have told. I'm
gonna kill her later.

No. I'm not. I can't kill people. I guess Toby and Josh were right. I am
an simple person. Those damn people are right. Man, to think I got so upset
when that article came out saying I was "an innocent little lamb". No wonder
no one ever takes me seriously. I can't change policy, I can't stand up to
anyone, I can't face Toby, I can't even plot innocent revenge against one of
my assistants for gossiping with her friends about a simple health problem.
I'm so tired of this whole mess sometimes. Why did I end up like this? What
road leads from Princeton to being a pushover for the White House staff? It's
kind of infuriating.

But innocent little lambs don't get infuriated, do we? How long is it
gonna be before Hannibal Lecter comes along to silence me? Sometimes I hate
politics. Good, the safety of my office. Nice comfy chair. . . silence . .
.silence for the lamb. God, scary thought. And of course, the phone rings.
Hello? Yes, this is Sam Seaborn. What? When? Where is he? Oh, God, Toby.
Oh, God, oh god oh god. Yes, thank you. Bye bye. Hang up, run through the
halls. Where do I go? To the car? To Josh, CJ, Leo? Leo, have to tell Leo.
He'll know what to do. God, Toby had better be all right.