Illinois. Georgia. Utah. Nevada.

He keeps his mind focused on the numbers, on the money.

Indigestion. Some bad shrimp. It's Leo, for god's sake. He'll be fine. He has to be.

Illinois. Nevada. No… Wisconsin. Wisconsin is still in play.

Numbers. Electoral votes. Money.

He glances at his closed office door. It's quiet out there. Too quiet. He should have gone home hours ago, but he just wants to figure out these numbers first.

That's when he hears it – the unmistakable click of high heels in the outer office. There's only one person it can possibly be and his guess at her identity is confirmed when she opens his door, looks at him.

He knows that look, has seen it before.

"Josh…"

No. He can't. He won't. He turns away.

Illinois. Nevada. Wisconsin. Where should they put the money?

She kneels beside his chair, cups his chin in her hand, forces him to look at her. There are tears in her eyes, pink splotches on her face. "Josh."

Illinois. Nevada.

"Wisconsin. We should go to Wisconsin," he mumbles.

She just looks at him and the expression on her face is heartbreaking. His breath hitches in his chest. He can't breathe. He can't think.

"No…"

One word. Hoarse. Whispered. It doesn't even sound like his voice.

She pulls him into a hug. Instinctively, he clings to her and buries his face in her hair. "Donna…"

"I'm here, Josh. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here." Her soft voice, crooning those words to him over and over again.

It's there in her arms that he finally allows himself to admit the horrifying, devastating truth.

*End*