Darkness.
A phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Mr. President?"
"Hello?"
"Mr. President? Are you talking into the speaker again?"
"Ah...wait...dammit!"
"Hello?"
"President McCain? We have a situation..."
"What's going on?"
"Well, we're picking up some increased signals of increased activity near the Khyber Pass."
"North Korea!"
"No, sir - this is along the border between Pakistan and Afghanistan."
"I see. My God - the heart of Europe."
"Ah... we believe we may be witnessing a top-level meeting of Al Qaeda operatives."
"Ahmadinejad!"
"Well, no, sir... these would be Sunni operatives - we think this might involve the big target himself."
"Arafat!"
"Arafat died years ago, sir."
"Hugo Chavez?"
"Getting Colder."
"Brezhnev?"
"Bin Laden, sir. We think we've found Osama bin Laden."
"..."
"Uh.... the mastermind of 9-11, sir."
"..."
"Giuliani's thing."
"Oh yeah. I remember Giuliani kind of. So what do you want from me?"
"This is a sensitive area - we think we've got the target, but we need your approval to engage."
"Yes! Do it! Bomb them! Lousy Hindus!"
"Well, we do have a brief window here, if you would care to confer with your advisors."
"Right! Get me Jack Bauer!"
"Doesn't exist, sir."
"Matlock!"
"Wrong again."
"Where's Lieberman?"
"Secretary Lieberman is away at a planning retreat to determine the course of the middle eastern road map with Secretaries Hagee and Huckabee."
"Alright - let me get up and go down to the war room by myself. I'm afraid I'm going to wake up Vicki."
"You mean Cindi, right?"
"Ah, yeah. Sorry... senior moment..."