So much for that whole "Finish one story before you start another, idiot!" promise that I (sort of) made to myself. I've written about five different chapters of this one, and now that I have more time to work on "Suggestions", the next chapter of that will be coming soon.

Chapter 2 comes tomorrow, because suspense is oh so much fun.

Nathan Templeton ran a finger along the edge of the large wooden desk. It was definitely bigger than he remembered, but not as crisp and official looking. The intricate carvings blurred together into an incomprehensible illusion that forced him to turn away.

Now it was the pictures that haunted him: Rebecca at age ten in a swimsuit, running away from the camera; Horace at age five wearing a tie decorated with trucks, grinning at the camera and loving the attention; a baby Amy, asleep in Rod's arms; and all three of the kids in childish Halloween costumes.

Nathan's eyebrows creased concernedly and he treaded slowly the two feet between him and the plush swivel chair. As he sat down cautiously, an eerie feeling crept over his body. He had sat here before, in this same position, but Nate had savored the moment and had experienced a thrill in being the most powerful man in the world, if even for only a day. This scene was anything but similar.

A sense of awe overcame him as he settled back. The leather felt cold against his neck. Here he was. Nathan Everett Templeton, President of the United States. This was his Oval Office, and he was here to stay.