The next morning, the Bartlets were able to sleep in for the first time in years. Jed, however, was up by 9 o'clock—which was late for him. He decided to let Abbey sleep (he felt bad about waking her up the night before) and instead, went off in search of his faithful followers- Sam and Josh. When he knocked on Sam's door, there was no answer, so he let himself in. He found both Sam and Mallory laying in bed sound asleep and backed out of the room quickly as possible, moving next door to Josh's room. Again, no answer, and again he let himself in. Yes, just as he suspected. He found both Josh and Amy sound asleep. He quickly exited the room.

"Looks like everyone got a little action last night," Jed muttered under his breath.

Then, he decided to go check on Annabeth, the one person who hadn't brought along a 'significant other.' When he knocked on the door, Annabeth quickly answered it. She looked a little flustered, her hair held back in a ponytail. Jed liked Annabeth. He was the only one in the White House, besides his wife, that he could actually look down to, for Annabeth was even shorter than Abbey, which said a lot.

"Mr. President!"

"Good morning."

"Good morning to you, sir."

Jed glanced behind her into her room. To his utter surprise, there was a strange fellow in her bed.

"Annabeth."

"Yes, sir," Annabeth choked.

"That's not a man I recognize. If you're going to be fooling around on the job, you know I'd prefer you do it with a member of my staff."

"Yes, sir."

"Annabeth, I'm kidding."

"Right. Yes, of course, sir."

"Where'd you pick him up anyway?"

"He works here at the Palace, sir," Annabeth replied, nervously.

"Really," Jed replied, with amusement. "A little co-mingling I see. What'd he do, ask if he could change your guard?"

Annabeth swallowed hard.

"Yes, sir."

"That was a joke. Don't tell me he…ok, I don't want to know the answer to that. I'm going back to my room now."

"Yes, sir."

"Round up the troops. I want to see you all at my room at ten hundred hours."

"Will do, sir."

"Thank you. One last thing."

"Yes, sir."

"Tactus, gratus, et pensum," Jed said.

"Sir?"

"Tact, grace, and poise."

"Right. I'm not sure I follow, sir," Annabeth admitted.

"Good girl, Annabeth. Ten hundred hours," he replied, walking away.

Annabeth watched him with confusion as he slowly gravitated away from her, then returned inside her room and shut the door.

When Jed returned to his room, Abbey was already awake. She walked out of the bathroom and pulled the toothbrush out of her mouth when she saw him.

"Where've you been? I woke up and you were gone."

"I wanted to let you sleep."

"Oh, no. Jed, tell me you weren't out quizzing the guards on the history of Buckingham Palace."

"No, as a matter of fact, I decided to visit Sam and Josh."

"And?"

"Looks like they really enjoyed themselves last night," Jed said with a smirk.

"You found Mallory in with Sam and Amy in with Josh, didn't you?"

"That's right. And so I went to check on Annabeth."

"She wasn't alone either, was she?"

"To my utter shock and surprise, she was not. She picked up a guard, it looks like. I certainly hope he was off-duty and he's just lost his job."

"Oh, good."

"Good? Why good?"

"I was afraid they may have heard us last night, but if they were all busy doing things of their own…I'm fairly certain they didn't," Abbey said.

"You know, it's funny how the leader of the free world and his disciples are all too busy canoodling to attend to matters of state during their stay at Buckingham Palace."

Abbey did a quick double take.

"Did you just say canoodling?"

"That's right, Sweet Knees. Canoodling. Can't handle it?"

"Yeah. You're too much of a rebel for me, babe."

She popped her toothbrush back into her mouth and went into the bathroom. Jed rummaged through his suitcase looking for something suitable to wear.

"Abbey?"

"Mmm"
"Are you nervous?"

"About what?" She asked.

"Meeting John's fiancee."

"It's not her, Jed."

"Still."

"Why should I be nervous if it's not her?" Abbey questioned.

"Because it could be."

"That's absolutely ridiculous and you know it."

"I don't know, I have an odd feeling about this, Abbey."

"You and your odd feelings."

"Careful now. Me and my odd feelings happen to run this country."

"Not this country, Mr. President. Try somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean."

"Oh yeah. Well, you know what I mean, damnit."

Abbey emerged from the bathroom wearing a tight, short-sleeve powder blue top and a knee-length khaki skirt.

"How do I look?"

"How do you always look?"

"Jed," Abbey replied, sternly.

"You look pulchritudinous, mon amour."

"You wanna try that one more time, cheri?"

"You look very beautiful, my love."

"The 'my love' part I knew. I'm the one who can actually speak French, if you recall."

"Ah, but 'mon' and 'amour' are the only two French words I need to know when speaking to you."

Abbey put her hand on her heart in a mocking gesture.

"You've touched me deeply."

"But not in the right places."

Abbey raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why, Mr. President, are you trying to make a pass at me?"

"I don't know, is it working?"

"How long until the troops show up?"

"Half an hour."

"I still have to put my makeup on so…no dice."

"Fair enough. Which suit should I wear?"

"How about the one I already laid out for you on the bed?" Abbey suggested.

Jed glanced over at the suit on the bed.

"Oh."

Just as Abbey was making her way back into the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.

"Come on in!" Jed called.

The door slowly opened, allowing for an average-sized, red-haired woman entered the room, a sheepish expression plain on her face. At that moment, Abbey walked into the room and stopped short at the sight of their visitors. Jed's eyes widened and his face went pale. Just seconds later, Abbey's knees went weak, her eyes rolled back inside her head before shutting completely, and she fell to the ground.