"This is unbelievable." Josh muttered. He and Donna were leaving her apartment—creeping out of her apartment, and it was 4 o'clock in the morning.
"Oh, quit complaining," Donna scolded absently, and surveyed the empty street, "It's about time you had to carry my stuff."
"Wha-? That's not what I was talking about," Josh grumped, indeed, he was being the dutiful loyal servant and had offered to carry Donna's duffle bag, "I mean this, what we're doing. It's unbelievable. If someone does happen to see the two of us creeping out of your apartment bright and early in the morning—4 am- bright and early, it's bound to be taken the wrong way. Secondly, don't you find this at all insane that we are, I repeat, outside your apartment at this ungodly hour, sneaking off to Starbucks, of all places, to meet Leo? Leo McGarry: Respected Chief of Staff to the President of the United States. And our reason? One might ask. Because there's an enchanted muffin in your purse that will supposedly throw our country into chaos if we aren't careful."
He took a breathe and came to a realization. "I'm dreaming. That's it. The muffin of power, just a figment of my imagination…Hey! What are you smiling at?"
"Well, if you're dreaming, Joshua darling, we can take your car, and I can drive, right?"
Josh winced. Dream or not, he wasn't about to let Donna drive his new car.
"Well. We can take my car, it is a dream after all. But even in my dream you aren't allowed to drive that car. Nobody is." Josh sighed and took out his keys, "It's just around the corner."
Something in his voice, some feeling of unhappy powerlessness alerted Donna, and it wasn't about the car. She reached a reassuring hand out and gently brushed his arm, catching his attention.
"Cheer up, we're just going to Starbucks, then it's back home." She comforted, then added softly, "and if it means anything, I'm glad you're with me."
That made Josh smile. Donna might have blushed, but it was too dark for anyone to tell.
"You're just glad cause I'm carrying your stuff." He whispered. She grinned mischievously, and they walked in a comfortable silence.
This walking down the street in comfortable silence lasted for about thirty seconds.
"What's that noise?" Donna whispered nervously, and quickened her pace as the low rumbling grew louder. Josh jumped in surprise, as two huge black-as-death SUV's came screeching down the street that the two White House staffers had just turned off of.
Josh was the first one to react. He grabbed Donna and pulled her into the shadows of the house on the corner, just as two more SUV's came careening down the street, screeching to a stop right in front of Donna's house.
Josh and Donna edged their way to a place where they could see what was happening. Three men walked up Donna's stair case, guns in their hand, and rang the bell. After a brief pause, one of them swiftly kicked the door open, Donna cringed, and the men ran into the apartment.
"Okay," Josh whispered, shocked, "I think it's time for us to get out of here. Quick. Let's get into the car."
Donna nodded mutely, her face pale.
Josh hesitated to turn on the car, lest someone might hear them. Suddenly, a horrific cry filled with anger broke the morning silence.
"They're gone!!!" The angry shout sent chills throughout Donna's body.
"Um, Josh?" Donna prodded the stunned Joshua beside her. "That's our cue. Let's go."
"Right." Josh turned the car on, and sped away. "Is anyone following us?"
Donna had already been keeping her eye on the road behind them. "No, we're good." Josh breathed a sigh of relief, but Donna had a feeling the worst was yet to come.