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?"
They're definitely lost.