Out in the hall, Josh runs into Sam and tells him that Donna "is about two or three days away from unspooling. It's pretty fun to watch, but can you loan me some senior assistants from Communications?" They pedeconference madly. Sam: "Yeah. So, listen, there's a fire in Yellowstone Park." Josh tells him to put it out. Sam: "Technically, I'm not a professional firefighter, though there was a time when I wanted to be." Turns out it was when Sam was four. I actually find that very believable for someone like Sam. Bet his Tommy-Hilfiger-sweater-wearing, Frank-Lloyd-Wright-house- in-Sag-Harbour-visiting family talked him out of it. Josh states, "When I was four, I wanted to be a ballerina." Sam just kind of glances at him and says, "Yeah?" He gives the line an almost imperceptible extra degree of masculine emphasis. Josh: "I don't like to talk about it." You just did, dude. Five bucks says the guys who ladle out the chipped beef in the Mess know about it before noon. Anyway, Sam tells Josh that a dry lightning strike started a fire in a lodgepole forest; it's spread to 500 acres, but it's all inside a resource benefit zone. They're galloping up and down stairs and along hallways. Sam says that the Parks Superintendent -- along with Bill Horton and several deputies from the Department of the Interior -- decided to let the fire run its course. Josh is surprised to hear they're letting it burn. Sam: "It's not necessarily our policy to put these things out." Josh: "Putting out fires isn't necessarily our policy?" They've arrived in an office area. Sam confidently replies: "Fire is good for the environment in certain circumstances. Forests have a natural cycle that requires purging burns to invigorate growth." Josh: "Someone just said that to you, right?" Sam admits it. ["Really? I learned that in a high-school science class, and I did not make it to the senior-level science courses. Hasn't he heard of fireweed?" -- Wing Chun] Josh wants to know what they have to do. Apparently, POTUS needs to talk on the phone with the Governor, so he can say that he's done so. Josh says he'll take care of it. Sam: "Ballerina?" Josh: "I'd kinda like that not to get around." Sam: "Yeah, no chance of that." As they disappear from the scene, the camera focuses on the office they just passed, which is C.J.'s.