Okay. Good." POTUS tells them all to go away and come back when there's a NASA update. They all split, but Jed calls C.J. back. She puts on her stole as he futzes around with lighting a cigar. She asks how the concert was. He says the Reykjavik Symphony can play: "These guys have some serious game. In this particular case, their talents were tragically misapplied to an atonal nightmare of pretension." He leads her out to the colonnade. "But after intermission, they played a piece by a new composer. At first I wasn't hearing it -- I had nineteen different things on my mind. And C.J., it was magnificent. It was genius. He built these themes, and at the beginning, it was just an intellectual exercise, which is fun enough, I guess, but then in the fourth movement, he just let it go. I really didn't think I could be surprised by music anymore. I thought about all the times this guy must have heard that his music was no good. I've got write this guy a letter." C.J. listens with obvious interest and fondness. These two exhibit a real (non-romantic) chemistry between their characters. She pauses and starts to talk about the televised classroom. He looks up at the sky and says he's going to wait up for a bit and see if there's any news: "It's out there somewhere. It's so close." C.J. says she thinks he should do the classroom either way. He seems surprised. She elaborates: "We have, at our disposal, a captive audience of schoolchildren. Some of them don't go to the blackboard or raise their hand 'cause they're think they're gonna be wrong. I think you should say to these kids, 'You think you get it wrong sometimes? You should come down here and see how the big boys do it.' I think you should tell them you haven't given up hope and that it may turn up, but in the meantime, you want NASA to put its best people in a room and start building Galileo VI. Some of them will laugh, and most of them won't care, but for some, they might honestly see that it's about going to the blackboard and raising your hand. And that's the broader theme." Jed says, "Damn, that's the kind of speech I like to make. You stole my thunder, woman." No, no. He says, "I'll say." She says she'll be in her office. He calls back to her and says, "You said it right that time." She smiles and says she'll be in her office. She leaves Jed looking up at the night sky. He says softly, as we get an aerial shot of him leaning against a pillar with a spotlight shining on the ground behind him, but effectively creating an off-centre halo behind him, "Talk to us..."