Shot of the lobby. Toby marches through on his way to grab a hefty tome called Social Security from a shelf, along with some other material and some coffee. Back through the lobby, past a security guard who appears to be a temp from Madame Tussaud's. Is it a good idea to have wax dummies looking after the White House? Well, I suppose if they're allowed to run the country, what the heck. Toby pores over the material, and then rings up Charlie, who's also sleeping. Can't really see if he's alone, though. He, too, is in a t-shirt. And not a TWoP shirt. All together now: Loser. I don't believe Charlie wears anything to bed, anyway, and I'm ignoring all evidence to the contrary. Toby wants to know what time POTUS's wake-up call is; Charlie tells him it's at 5:45. That's probably AM, people, though there are no helpful title cards to get my back here. Toby says he'll make the call, and suggests that Charlie sleep in. Yeah, you get your rest. You're gonna need it so you can punch Toby in the mouth the next time you see him. Also, you need to go buy yourself a non-ugly comforter, too.