"Liv, are we taking the case?"

Abby was still waiting for Olivia to answer the question. Olivia looked around the conference room.

"What?"

"Are you daydreaming?" Harrison asked.

Olivia didn't recognize any of the people asking her questions. Was this DC? The last thing she remembered was taking the red pill in the restaurant. The man and woman were still waiting for her to answer their questions. She looked at them and said yes.

"Okay, I'll make sure nerd boy and nerd girl get us access to those files." Abby said.

"Gladiators in suits." Harrison said.

"Yeah." Olivia said.

They left the conference room and Olivia looked out the window at the street below. This was DC. She hadn't been here since she completed her degree at Georgetown. She looked around and found an office with her name on the door. She looked for pictures of Fitz and her kids. There were a few pictures of them together at what looked like a political convention. Where were Blake and Karrington? Olivia sat in her office until her staff gathered their folders and walked to the elevator.

"See you tomorrow." They said, walking in the hall.

Olivia didn't know where she was going when she left the office. Where was home? She followed them and they walked off the elevator in the parking garage. Olivia watched them drive away. She didn't know what car was hers. She decided to walk out to the street. There was a group of girls standing outside in girl scout uniforms. She smiled when she saw Karrington.

"Hey, are you ready to go home?"

Karrington screamed, "Stranger danger!"

Olivia stepped back, startled by her reaction. Jake appeared behind Karrington and walked to Olivia.

"Yes, I'm ready to go home."

"It's okay Karrington. She was talking to that man, not you." The girl scout leader said, calming Karrington.

Jake took Olivia's hand and led her back to the parking garage. "Here are your car keys and the keys to your apartment."

"Wait, you can't leave me here."

"This is your new life."

"Where's Fitz?"

"The White House. He lives there."

"What?"

"He's the President."

"My husband is the President?"

"He's not your husband anymore."