Jonathan was staring dreamily into space. Pleasant visions of the Undersecretary stammering her way through a warped answer to a straightforward question were interrupted when a voice next to him spoke. He blinked, and turned around. A second pleasant vision, although of a different kind, stood before him. And what's more, it wasn't even a vision.

"Diana," he said, smiling widely. So she would see him in action, too! "Are you here for the debate, too?" He pointed into the courtroom below. "You can see yours truly posing hard-hitting questions to the candidates." He gave a little mock bow, then straightened up again, winking at her. "How are you?"