When Jed reluctantly agreed to call his wife, he went into the Oval Office to make the call. As he dialed her number, he tried to think of things to say to her. Then he remembered that mapping out a conversation with Abbey was like mapping out the course of a tornado- it couldn't be done. Like the aforementioned tornado, Abbey Bartlet was unpredictable, full of twists and turns, all uncontrollable.

"Hello."

"Hey."

"Hi."

Neither of them spoke for nearly thirty seconds- what must have been a record for the two of them.

"Abbey…"

"Show's over, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Leo wants to lock me in a dungeon somewhere, doesn't he?" Abbey asked.

"As Charlie once reminded me, we don't have a dungeon. Though I'm fairly certain that if we did, Leo would have locked you down there years ago."

Abbey nodded.

"You know, I can't see you when you nod like that," Jed said.

She smiled in spite of herself.

"But you knew anyway."

"I know you."

Thoughtfully, she nodded once more.

"Again with the silent nodding," Jed said.

"Again with the freakish psychic thing."

"Thirty-five years of marriage and I'm not allowed to know my wife inside and out without being mocked?"

"You're avoiding confrontation. You didn't want to call me," Abbey stated.

"Untrue. I most certainly did want to call you."

"Jed, I just spoke to Ellie. She said you didn't want to call me."

"You have turned our children into spies that work against me. You should be ashamed of yourself," he replied.

"You're doing it again."

"What do you want me to say, Abbey?" He questioned. "You just went on the Tonight Show. You swore, you were sarcastic, you were suggestive, you revealed things perhaps you shouldn't have, and you rocked out to Joan Jett."

Abbey giggled- she couldn't help it.

"What are you laughing about!"

"Nothing. I rocked out, what's to laugh about?"

"Hey, kids say that nowadays," Jed replied, defensively.

"Yes, kids do. Not the President of the United States, who is far from being a kid himself."

"Now who's avoiding confrontation?"

She gasped.

"I am not! I'm not embarassed of what I did. In fact, I'd do it again given the chance."

"Oh, you would, would you?"

"Yes!"

"No, you wouldn't. If you had the chance again, Leo would see to it that he built a dungeon and locked you in it first."

"And what would you do?" Abbey questioned.

"Well, I'd want to be in the audience of course. Live from NBC Studios-Abbey Bartlet, in concert!"

"You're hilarious, Jed," she replied, blandly.

"Well, I thought I was until just now apparently."

"Just tell me who's angry with me and who isn't."

"No one is angry with you."

"Cut the crap and tell me."

"No one is angry with you, Abigail," Jed repeated.

"Really?" She asked, quietly.

"Yes, really. In fact, they want you to keep doing what you're doing."

"Which is?"

"Promoting yourself."

"I'm not a hooker, Jed."

"I think that outfit you borrowed from Amy begs to differ."

"I thought you guys would like that outfit! It was very…patriotic."

"Yeah, for a teenager it's patriotic. For the First Lady of the United States, it's pure prostitution," Jed answered.

Abbey sighed.

"What exactly do they want me to do?"

"A photo shoot."

"A what! Photo shoot!"

"With Time magazine."

"Time magazine doesn't do photo shoots. It's not Cosmopolitan."

"They'll do a photo shoot if you want to do one. Leo thinks it'd be good," Jed said.

"Leo does?"

"And Toby, and Sam, and Josh, and CJ."

"But…why?"

"They all want you to kick the crap out of Jackie Kennedy. As do I, for that matter."

"That's quite a risk, you know. It could blow up in our faces," Abbey warned.

"Yeah, well, it's a sacrifice we're willing to make."

"You really want a glossy layout of me in a magazine?"

"Not really. But the staff think it'll be a good idea, and I trust them."

"You know what men do with magazines, don't you?"

"Abbey."

"I'm just saying, it's quite possible that I could be the…"

"Oook, moving on."

"…next Playboy Bunny."

Jed cleared his throat.

"Jed?"

"Sorry, I was just picturing that and I got distracted."

"Well, I'll see what I can do when I get back to Washington."

"Careful, Sweet Knees. This phone line may be wired."

"I'm leaving in the morning."

"Ok. Abbey?"

"Yeah."

"That song wasn't directed towards me, was it?" He asked.

She grinned and nodded silently.

"You just nodded again, didn't you?"

She nodded again.

"Abbey!"

"Goodnight, Jed."

He laughed.

"See ya tomorrow."