After being able to see Independence Hall (the original Independence Hall), it didn't surprise Jed to be able to walk a little further, and find the White House. At least, what was left of it. The building seemed to be trying to maintain its former majesty and glory, but the cracks running the breadth of the building, the collapsed sections, even the columns, barely holding up the iconic view, left much to be desired. However, aboard Stacy, there was no fence, no yard, no Secret Service, and nothing to keep him from walking right up to the front steps. And so there he stood, hands in the pockets of his suit jacket, just looking up at it.

That building had been his home; his life for the past four years. Major policy decisions, minor decisions of little importance, ceremonies, covert operations...everything. It was strange and traumatizing, at first glance, to see it sitting there, a broken hulk of its former self. A lesser man might have even cried. Not Jed Bartlet.

His head looking up towards what stood in for the sky, he could almost feel a brisk, March wind whipping off the Potomac River, and he closed his eyes, remembering the good work that he had done there, and the good people he had served with. It was going to be a rough transition to this new life, but it had to begin somewhere, right?

Nightmares blow. They totally blow chunks. It's late for Superboy as he wanders around the City, trying to shake off thoughts of mind control and hurting loved ones, though early for others--everyone on the ship is on their own sleep cycle, pretty much. What's the middle of the night for him is early morning for someone else.

Right now, he's seriously considering going back to cuddling the gorgeous blond babe sleeping in his bed, but he needs to shake off the heebie jeebies first and try to forget the crunch noise his fists made in his dream when they slammed into her face--the same noise they made for real when he'd attacked her while under Luthor's control.

He hates that he knows the sound his fists make when they hit his girlfriend in the face. He'll never stop hating it, even though it wasn't his fault.

Superboy meanders his way into a building he knows he should probably recognize but totally can't because he wasn't paying attention in history class, and is surprised to find someone else already inside, in a room fill with wooden chairs and tables. The chairs in the modern-day Independence Hall are from the same period, lovingly restored--these are slightly different.

That's because these are the real thing, the actual chairs that were once in this hall. Everything in this hall is exactly as it was on August 2, 1776, when the Declaration of Independence was signed.

"Wow, those are some tiny chairs." What? He's a big guy and people were smaller back then. Them chairs is tiny.