"Mr President!" the doctor kept yelling. "I'm still not getting a pulse. " he continued to thump on his chest. Electrodes were placed to monitor Fitz heart condition. It was a valiant effort as the doctor kept trying to revive him but to no avail.

"How long has he been this way?" Andrew said as he bent over his friend. He had been called in as a courtesy in his capacity as the new Vice President, but it was obvious that he had another job as well.

"I don't know, I found him this way." Mellie sobbed as she wrapped her arms around him. "I need you right now." She sighed as she looked into his eyes.

"I am here for you , darling." Andrew said as he held Mellie "You know you can always count on me." He draped his arm around her shoulder. The two kept watch as the doctor worked frantically.

Realizing that his mother was gone. Fitz stood by and tried to adjust to his surroundings. It wasn't clear to him where he was yet. There was a mist that seemed to be hanging in the air and then he thought maybe this was heaven. He had been gone long enough. Maybe he was crossed his mind until he spotted someone. He couldn't help but run when he saw who it was. It was as if he had come to visit him when he was at school.

"Jerry!" he screamed as he ran toward his namesake

"Dad!" the young man said as he ran as well.

The two men embraced. Fitz just couldn't get over how well his son had looked. He was strong and well. Nothing like he was two months was quite the young charmer in a white polo shirt and white pants. He had that Grant look and his father thought it was a shame that he would never get to use it for whatever he wanted to pursue. He felt bad that he didn't get to spend the amount of time with him that he wanted to.

"You don't belong here." Jerry said as he broke the embrace.

"Things change," Fitz lowered his head and admitted.

"No Dad, you 're not done yet. You still have another four years as President. I mean isn't that the price of a free and fair election. I was part of the deal." Jerry admitted."Don't look at me like that , I mean it really isn't that bad here. It's kind of peaceful and I don't have to hear all the yelling all the time."

"Yelling?" Fitz was unclear of what his son meant.

"Yeah, I know that you and Mom aren't happy . That is why you were always yelling at each other. " Jerry seemed to have a new perspective on his parents relationship. "People don't yell here."

"You know since you have gone, your mother has been very upset. She isn't herself at all. She runs around the White House in a bathrobe , doesn't bathe, " Fitz was trying to explain.

"Dad I know it's hit you hard too. I mean, this isn't you, you are strong, you were a Navy seal , a war hero , you are a Grant." Jerry knew in his heart that things must be pretty bad if he had tried to kill himself.

"I'm still a man. I hurt like anyone else. Just because I am supposedly the leader of the free world, doesn't mean I am not like any other man. That's what the problem has been all along. I have wanted to be just be normal . A man falls in love with a woman and he wants to be with her, he divorces the woman he no longer loves. I have just wanted to be happy and live with Olivia , our children, and a house far away from the public and Washington. " Fitz actually felt good getting all of that off of his chest.

"I only wanted you and your sister to be normal kids. To go to school , to go to dances with out the secret service, take you to ball games, things that my father never had the time for . My dad never had the time for me. He had time for politics and the whores he brought home. And now it was looking like Teddy was going to have the same kind of life. I just wanted it different for him. The boarding school was your mother's idea, she wanted the same kind of life for you guys that we had."

Jerry put his arm around his father. "Dad, you tried. You didn't do anything wrong. I had a good life, I didn't have to starve and got whatever I want. Do you think that you didn't love me? I could tell you did. You just wanted me to have the best life possible. By being President, you are trying to let everyone have the kind of life we had. Not every kid is as fortunate as me. I have met a lot of guys here that didn't want to be here, but they are because they were shot or stabbed. By taking a stand on gun control, you can help them out. You can do that because you have that power."

"I have been thinking about that issue actually." Fitz put his hand through his hair. He was starting to understand his purpose a little more.

"Dad, do you really love her, I mean , Olivia?" Jerry knew in his heart the answer to that . He remembered being introduced to her when his dad was running for President . She took the time to spend with him and Karen when they would be dragged out of school for the purpose of publicity. She would eat junk food, watch movies, and remember their birthdays when their parents were too busy. He actually was a shy boy but Olivia brought him out of his shell. He said to her once that he wanted to marry her because she was so pretty.

"Yes Jerry, I do." Fitz grey eyes sparkled as he thought of her.

"Then stop playing games with her. Sit down and talk to Mom and tell her this isn't working anymore. I mean from what you are telling me, I don't think she cares about being First Lady anymore. She certainly doesn't act like it." Jerry was being truthful

"It wouldn't have bothered you if we divorced?" Fitz was surprised by how honest and real his son was being.

"The most important thing in the end is that we are happy." Jerry had a satisfied look on his face. "I guess one of the things you learn here is wisdom."

He walked over and put his arm around the older man. "Dad, if divorcing Mom will and marrying Olivia will make you happy , then do it. If you want to go to Vermont , go then, If you really don't think you can make a difference , then quit. But do what you want. Not what Mom wants or Uncle Cyrus or even Olivia for that matter. Do what you want. "

He started to walk away , "I'm gonna go now Dad. Tell Mom and Karen I love them. Hug Teddy for me. But most of all, be true to yourself." He walked away and then disappeared into the fog.

Abby knew what she had to do. She had made a promise but only in an emergency. She excused herself from the scene and pulled out her phone. He was dying. She knew she had escaped and was trying to forget him, but this was different.

The woman was sitting on her chair with a view of the crystal blue water. Her eyes were shaded with sunglasses as she took a sip of wine. The sky was azure and there wasn't a person for miles around. It was pure paradise. No phones, no clients, no White House

Suddenly her phone buzzed again. He had went to take a nap so she was truly alone. Noting the call , she picked up. Her hand went to her face and the sunglasses flew off. She hopped off the chair and grabbed her beach bag. She knew where she had to be. Her place was with the man she loved.