Jed wanders in and says, "And then there's the repacking. First there's the preliminary or the dry run; then there's the actual packing. Abby, you're just going away for two days, right?" Abby asks the assistants to leave. They do, and Jed asks again, "Right?" Abby asks what happened. Jed says that they were ambushed. Abby replies, "Oh, God." He tells her that nine guys are dead, and that they've moved the hostages so far into the jungle that they'd need a pair of tweezers to get them out. Abby wonders whether Jed would like her to stay. He says no. She offers again. He says no. He then says, "I didn't make the decision to run again. I wouldn't do that without you." She wearily says that they don't need to talk about that right now. He asks when, then, and reasserts that he didn't make the decision to run again. She says he did, and cites the moves of the last few weeks and the changes in last night's speech as proof. She adds that the whole place is in re-election mode. Jed says, "That's what we do, Abby. We run for things! From the day a Congressman is sworn in, he's gotta raise $10,000 a week so he can get re-elected. A President gets to govern for eighteen months! We try to get people to vote for us, and in the process, we hope that people force us to do good things!" She angrily says, "We had a deal!" Jed sighs and agrees, looking away, "Yes, we had a deal." She says, almost tearfully, "Yes, Jed. Look at me!" He does. "Do you get that you have MS? Do you get that your own immune system is shredding your brain? And I can't tell you why. Do you have any idea how good a doctor I am, and that I can't tell you why?" He reminds her he's only had one episode in two years. She says, "Yes, but relapsing remitting MS can turn into secondary progressive MS, oftentimes ten years after the initial diagnosis, which is exactly where we'll be in two years. Do you know what that's going to look like if it happens?" Jed starts to say that he does, but Abby continues: "Fatigue. An inability to get through the day. Memory lapses, loss of cognitive function, failure to reason, failure to think clearly. And I can't tell you if it's going to happen. I don't know if it's going to get better, I don't know if it's going to get worse. But we had a deal, and that deal was how you justified keeping it a secret from the world. It's how you justified it to God. It's how you justified it to me." Jed looks sad and serious and duly chastised. Lily knocks and sticks her head in to nudge Abby along. Abby offers, once more, to stay; Jed wants her to go. He tells her to have a good trip, and to call him when she arrives. She says she will. He says, "I love you." She replies, "I love you, too." She goes out and Jed sits down in the wing chair by the fireplace, and I'm subtly reminded of FDR. Really, really good scene between Martin Sheen and Stockard Channing. They are very credible in their roles here, and they present marital conflict very convincingly.