Sam has a road map out, but Toby isn't buying it.

"Which way is north?" He asks, eyebrows raised.

"On the map, or in real life?"

"Either. Both. I don't care."

"If you're still upset about the thing with the timezones-" Sam starts, turning the map ninety degrees. "I think this way is up."

"And you say you went to Princeton," Toby mutters.


"We have- there's the speech, Sam. In two hours. The President expects-"

"I called Josh, he said there's a train station-"

"Because Josh is so good at that sort of thing?"

"You can't-"

They're definitely lost.