Josh suggests inventing vehicles that run on ketchup, which elicits a small smile from a weary Donna. She says that when she gets home, she's taking the longest hot bath of her life. Toby suddenly asks the driver to let him off at the bridge. He says he can walk to work from there. Josh -- not to be outdone by Toby -- says he'll hop out there, too. Donna: "Please, not this again." Josh says, "Hey, you're the one who did the number back at the bar." She replies, "It didn't have anything to do with eliminating modern conveniences." Josh says that the driver can drop her off at home. Donna looks anxious. She tells the driver she'll get out with the other two. They disgorge. It's not raining any more but it's still very wet. As the shuttle bus pulls away, and they start walking, Toby says, "If our job teaches us anything, it's that we don't know what the next President's gonna face. And if we choose someone with vision, someone with guts, someone with gravitas, who's connected to other people's lives, and cares about making them better...if we choose someone to inspire us, then we'll be able to face what comes our way and achieve things...we can't imagine yet. Instead of telling people who's the most qualified, instead of telling people who's got the better ideas, let's make it obvious. It's going to be hard." The camera's only on Josh and Toby now. Josh: "Then we'll do what's hard." The Music of Subdued But Renewed Resolve plays. The camera shifts so that we're behind them, watching the three of them walk toward the Lincoln Memorial, lit up in the distance, in the pre-dawn light. There's something kind of Wizard of Oz-ish about the shot, only instead of looking for brains, courage, and a heart, they're in search of vision, guts, and gravitas. And they seem to know the way to Kansas. Or Indiana, at least.