"It can't be," Abbey whispered.
"No," Jed agreed. "Of course not."
"It wouldn't make any sense."
"No sense at all."
"Are you mocking me?"
"What? No!"
"It must be a different Patricia Wendice," Abbey decided.
"Yeah. Must be. I mean, it has to be."
"Mm hmm."
"You would think she'd have contacted us if…"
"Yeah, you would think."
"It's not like we're hard to reach," Jed said.
Abbey looked at him incredulously.
"I meant it's not like we're hard to find. We're possibly the two most recognizable people on the planet."
"Maybe she was intimidated."
"No! Abbey, no. It's not her. There's absolutely no way. They told us…"
"I know."
"I mean, you can't mess something like that up, can you?"
"No. No, of course not," Abbey said.
"Ok then. Let's not worry about it."
"Right. And even if she was still…"
"She's not."
"But even if she was, there's no way she'd hook up with John. Admit it."
Jed paused as they reached the door to their room.
"Are you so sure about that?" He asked.
"Yes! I mean…aren't you?"
"Well…yeah, sure. Yeah."
"Ok. Then that's that."
Jed opened the door and Abbey walked into the room, with him following close behind her.
"Abbey."
"Hmm?"
"Would it be such a bad thing?" Jed questioned.
"That's not the point. It's absolutely impossible, Jed."
"You think so?"
"Yes! After all, the woman is dead!"
The middle of the night, Jed awoke to the sound of a ruckus in the hallway. He could hear loud footsteps scurrying across the floors and numerous squeals and laughter. He rolled over and shook Abbey awake.
"Abbey. Abbey!"
She opened one eye.
"What time is it?"
"I don't know. Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Abbey asked, groggily.
Just then, there was a loud bang followed by giggles and squeals.
"That."
"Yeah, I hear it. Go back to sleep."
"What is it?"
"Who cares? It's the middle of the night," Abbey replied, turning back over.
"Abbey!"
"Drop it, Jed."
"Fine."
He threw the covers off of him and got out of bed, walking over to her side.
"Last chance, sweetheart."
Abbey groaned, eyes still closed.
"You asked for it."
He pulled the covers off her as well and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of bed. He caught her just before she hit the floor.
"Well, aren't you my knight in shining armor."
"Woke you up, didn't it?" Jed said with a grin, helping her to stand up on her own.
"You know, you shouldn't be lifting things so heavy."
"Please. You weigh about ninety pounds, Abbey."
"Good answer."
"Yeah, well, I've been married to you long enough to recognize THAT trick, babe."
More crashes and squeals were heard.
"Good God, what IS that?" Abbey asked, finally interested.
"See, now, aren't you glad I woke you up? Buckingham Palace is being robbed."
Abbey rolled her eyes.
"Come on."
She made her way over to the door, Jed following close behind her, and slowly opened it.
"Oh my God!"
"Good evening, Mrs. Bartlet," Sam said with a charming smile.
"Hi, Abbey," Mallory said, sheepishly.
Jed stepped out from behind the shadows.
"Mr. President. Hope we didn't wake you."
"No, no, why would you say that?" Jed replied, sarcastically.
"Good evening, sir," Josh said, popping out from behind a suit of armor.
"Josh."
"Ouch, Josh, you're stepping on my…" Amy glanced up. "Oh! Mr. President, Mrs. Bartlet, hi."
"What, may I ask, is going on out here?"
"Nothing. Just…"
"Playing hide and seek?" Abbey finished.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Hmm. I was really hoping you were going to dispute me on that."
"No, ma'am."
"You do realize this is Buckingham Palace. Not the White House."
"Yes, sir."
"Although, that doesn't mean we condone games like this in the White House either."
"No, sir, of course not."
"If the Queen were to see you…" Jed began.
"Jed, I highly doubt the Queen is planning to take a leisurely walk through this wing of the Palace at two in the morning," Abbey replied.
"Nevertheless. Back to your respective rooms, troops."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Jed and Abbey retreated back into their room and closed the door.
"Who's idea was it to bring them?" Abbey asked.
"Mine," Jed replied, glumly.
"That's right. Now. I want you to go back to bed and think about what you've done."
"Yes, ma'am. But…"
"No buts, Mr. President, go."
"But only if you'll join me."
"I'll consider it."
"What a headmistress you would make."
