Four weeks later (middle of March) Donna and Annabeth have gone to Houston with the Santos family for the weekend. It's a chance for them all to decompress after dealing with the aftermath of Leo's resignation.

It's after dinner. Helen is walking her parents out. Donna, Annabeth, and Matt are sitting around the table. The Santos kids are audible in the other room, arguing about something.

Matt: (sighs and gets up) "Excuse me while I go regret procreating"

Helen: (catches him as he walks into the hall) "My mom wants to know if the kids wear bullet proof vests to school."

Matt: "What did you tell her?"

Helen: "That they're fine."

Matt: "Did that work?"

Helen: "No." (she looks away) "I'd have to believe it for it to be convincing."

Matt: "Hey…" (he turns her face back towards him) "They are going to be okay. And so are we."

Matt's phone rings.

Matt: "It's Leo. Give me just one sec."

Helen nods. She goes to deal with the kids.

Matt: "Leo! How are you?"

Leo: "I'm good, Matt. Been spending time with Mallory – that's always good."

Matt: "Yeah? That's great. Let her take care of you, Leo. She loves you and hasn't gotten to be with you much."

Leo: "Yeah… how are you guy's doing?"

Matt: "Good. We just had Helen's parents here. The kids made it through the meal without killing each other, and I deflected no less than 100 thinly veiled accusations from my mother-in-law that I was risking my entire family's life by becoming President."

Leo: "So, an unqualified success, then"

Matt: (laughs) "Yeah, I guess so"

Leo: "This isn't not going to be easy on any of you, Matt. In fact, it's just gonna get harder."

Matt: "I know."

Leo: "Helen ok?"

Matt: "I think so."

Leo: "Talk to her."

Matt: "I try to." (he leans his head back against the wall). "All I do is talk, Leo. All day, every day. I talk to our team, I talk to the press, I talk to people that want things from us, and people we want things from. And I'm pretty good at it, you know?"

Leo: "Yeah."

Matt: "But I don't think I'm doing so well at talking to my own wife."

Leo: "Keep trying, Matt. All you can do is keep trying. I know it's hard when you can't…a marriage, it requires trust and when you can't share everything…"

Matt: "Yeah. It's not great."

Leo: "No"

Matt: "Give our love to Mallory."

Leo: "I will. Have a good night, Matt."

Later that night. Annabeth is in the Santos' guest room. She picks up her phone and dials.

Annabeth: "Leo…hey"

Leo: "Hey. I was just talking to Matt. Everything ok?"

Annabeth: "Yeah. Just my mom. Jules called this morning. Mom did a walkabout."

Leo: "Oh no. Did she get far?"

Annabeth: "No, Bill realized she wasn't in the house pretty quickly. They found her down by the school."

Leo: "Did she know where she was?"

Annabeth: "She recognized the school, but no idea how to get back to the house. Jules isn't sure she and Bill can keep doing this. They're worried she needs more help than they can give."

Leo: "Yeah"

Annabeth: "I think I'm going to need to go to Savannah in the next few weeks to check out places – nursing homes - with them. Would you want to…would you want to come with me?"

Leo: "To Savannah?"

Annabeth: "Yeah"

Leo: "Yes, I would."

Donna comes out of the bathroom and puts her stuff down on one of the two twin beds in the room.

Annabeth: "I gotta go, but we'll talk more about this, ok?"

Annabeth hangs up

Donna: "Friend or family?"

Annabeth: "Friend"

Donna: "In Georgia?"

Annabeth: "No. D.C."

Donna: "I remember having friends."

Annabeth: (laughs) "Thanks!"

Donna: "I meant outside of work!" (she smiles) "I'm going to Connecticut next weekend, though."

Annabeth: "With Josh? Like to his family?"

Donna: "Yep."

Annabeth: "Whoa."

Donna: "I know. It's terrifying."

Annabeth: "Do you think they're all like Josh?"

Donna: "Abrasive, emotionally stunted and obnoxious? Gosh, I hope so."

Annabeth: (laughs and adopts a full Tammy Wynette twang) "Stand by your man..."

Donna: "I love Josh. But, yeah, he's got some things."

Annabeth: "Everybody's got some things."

Donna: "Yeah, what are yours?"

Annabeth: "Oh, I don't know. I guess just your run of the mill fear of intimacy coupled with a questionable willingness to accept bad behavior."

Donna: "Pretty standard."

Annabeth laughs as she carries her shower bag into the bathroom.

Donna waits until she has closed the bathroom door and then picks up Annabeth's phone. She looks at the last number dialed and puts the phone down.