Cut to a couple of people carrying Jed on a stretcher to the...I don't know...the infirmary, I guess. Millie is filling the flight doctor in on Jed's condition, and someone is suggesting diverting the flight either to Fairbanks or to Anchorage. Jed calls out, "I've got better doctors up here than I'd get down there." I understand some Alaskans got their panties in a twist over that line. I didn't know they were so sensitive up in the wild north. C.J. starts to say that they can't take the risk that his condition could get worse without hospital care, and Jed tells her, "Let's not pretend we didn't know this was going to happen." C.J. looks at him, and then over at Toby, as she says, "No, Mr. President, I didn't know." Jed tells them all that he's ready for it, so they had better be ready for it too. C.J. thinks there is no way they can continue with the summit with Jed in this condition, but he disagrees: "This plane is going to China. That's a direct order from your Commander-in-Chief." Millie tells everyone to clear the room so that the doctors can run some tests. I have to say, I hope that Air Force One has been staffed with a doctor who is highly knowledgeable about MS. I mean, that would be the logical thing, right?

Josh is sitting on a bench on the White House verandah. It's raining, and there is some thunder in the background. How come it never rains on this show when someone is really happy? Will walks up and hands Josh some new polling data. Apparently, Bingo Bob has moved up sixteen points since Bundy withdrew. Will invites Josh to come by a breakfast for some new campaign staff the next day: "It doesn't commit you to anything. You can just be a fly on the wall, if you want. See how it feels." I cannot believe they passed up an opportunity to use the words "in the room" one more time. Lazy writers. Josh declines the invitation. Will is frustrated with Josh's reticence: "This isn't a Broadway show, Josh. We don't just close it down after a successful eight-year run. You have to care who's gonna sit in that chair after Jed Bartlet is gone." Josh: "I do. That's why I don't want Bob Russell to be president." The plaintive woodwinds of, I don't know, political idealism start tooting as Will gets up and leaves Josh alone in the rain.