My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

S: Charlie

Setting: December 21, 2036-Washington D C; White House, Oval Office...

"There're here madam President."

"Who?" Hyla asks her now singular bodyguard

"You're sister and her kids," he states simply

"Just them?"

"As of right now."

"When do I meet with King William Windsor of England?" She asks him, "it's a shame his father only lived long enough to reign for three days-don't you think?"

"Yes ma'am," is his only reply, "and your meeting with their majesties is just after the new year."

"And is the Duke n Duchess of Sussex comin with em?"

"Not this time madam President," he tells her, "I believe they are visitin Ireland with their son and daughters."

"That's a shame," Hyla sighs out, "I enjoy talkin with Her majesty n her Grace."

"I believe the King did away with some of the old traditions-"

"I know," she states, "still use to addressin with other royals in the old tradition...I can't wait to ask them about their historians new discovery of the tiny people that once live amongst them n-"

"Ma'am," he cuts her off

"Hm?"

"Shouldn't you be finishin the bill to make so a person can run for President more than two terms with the condition of age to be handed to congress?"

"Oh come on," she practically whines, "I work year round," she states, "with little ta no sleep," she adds in, "every bill I've written so far has gotten passed," she explains, "we ave more allies than enemies, I deal with very problem personally, ave only had one assassination attempt-who y'all ain't never caught by the way-"

"We're workin on it ma'am."

"Well work faster," she tells him, "I rarely see my family," she goes onward, "the world is basically at peace-" she stops short of her bodyguard's slight change in expression, "what. What're y'all ain't tellin me?"

"Russia wants ta proceed ta war..."

"What?! Why?!"

"They think yer too strong n 're consumed with power."

"Their one ta talk," she huffs out, "I ain't anymore 'consumed with power' than theys 're or Dr. King when e had a dream-speakin of, where're we on flyin cars that run on air n a device that allows us to revive the dead for brief periods of time?"

"Cars-they're still workin out the science fer," he states, "but ave ideal prototypes built n scientists are questionin bout yer mental health cause of that request-don't ya think that's just a bit...Frankenstein/playin god-ish?"

"Maybe," she admits, "but by doin so, we'll be able ta hear first hand from those whom experienced what life was like during the various times before the world wes know now-"

"Or those wes bring back even briefly will try ta kill us cause theys don't understand what's happened, where theys 're n will flip their lids."

"I ain't said we'd completely revive em...just their heads n memories."

"Y'all know ya sound ridiculous right?"

"Whatever," she laughs, "my point before gettin off track, was that I think I deserve a break-"

"If I learned anythin, it's that as soon as ya let yer guard down," he tells her, "that's usually when the enemy strikes-"

"Oh fine," she replies dramatically, "schedule a meeting between me n Russia's President fer between the twenty fifth of this month n the seventh of January-see if we ain't able ta talk this out peacefully first."