As dawn broke.
Carter climbed out of bed, startling his wife who slept beside him. She called out softly, "Jimmy, why so early?"
"I'm going to work first, you can sleep a little longer."
"So early?" Rosaline felt for her glasses on the bedside table, put them on, and glanced at the clock. It was only a little past 5 a.m.
Carter had barely slept three hours!
The old man kissed Rosaline on the forehead and walked out of the room with a hunched back.
His wife glanced at him and sighed softly.
He didn't have to take it on; according to the United States succession law, someone else would assume the President's position, but truly... the American civil unrest was too severe.
Texas was on the verge of action.
A dozen extreme organizations had started aggressively recruiting.
Some cults were even preaching doomsday theories.
On this American soil, many oddities could be nurtured.
"Good morning, sir." A staff member cleaning in the White House greeted him upon seeing him.
