"What?" Toby said distractedly from the other side of a palm tree, where he'd been smoking a cigar he had stolen from their chief of police. Then he blinked, because he knew the voice but hadn't really expected to hear it. He stood, walking around the tree's thick trunk and looked back at a face he could just barely make out.
"Toby?" Donna looked over at where he was standing, then back to her right, where he'd been just a moment before. "What just happened?" she asked, walking toward him. They'd been through and done some strange things on the campaign trail before, but it had never involved magical jungles popping up out of nowhere before.
"...Uh," Toby said, glancing around, then back to her. "Not much on this end. Where were... you?" he ventured, hoping to get an idea of when, exactly, Donna was arriving from.
"I was on the bridge," Donna said, staring at him, confused. "Heading back to the West Wing. So were you. You were " She turned around and gestured to her side where he'd been just moments before. "You were right there, Toby."
"No, Jimmy Hoffa told me all about it after we stole the Lindbergh baby," Donna said, staring blankly at him. He was acting so strangely and she wasn't sure what to do with it. "It was Indiana and it was just this morning, it was it was just hours ago Toby, what is going on?"
"I knew it was one of the ones in the middle," Toby mumbled. "Donna, you're on a... tropical island in the middle of nowhere discernible with no way off." He scratched the back of his neck.
For several long moments, Donna simply stared at him some more. "On a... tropical island. In the middle of you're trying to say I walked out of DC and into Jurassic Park without trying?"
Donna stood still for a moment, finding something about that bothered her. "Toby," she said, following after him, "Toby, you're not saying this is really Jurassic Park, are you? With the dinosaurs and the experiments and the paleontologists?"
"No," Toby assured her, "no paleontologists." He kept walking, absently running a hand against his beard. Josh was going to freak out, was what Josh was going to do.
"And no dinosaurs and no experiments," Donna added, watching Toby more than she did where she was walking. The dinosaurs had just been a joke. "Right?"
"No experiments... on the dinosaurs," Toby said, considering the question. "That I know of. Or recently, at least. They have collars, so you'd assume at some point, someone ran an experiment. A bath," he said abruptly, squinting back at her.
Donna really wanted him to be kidding about all that. "Yes?" she said, though it was more of a question. Everything about the last five or ten minutes was a lot to take in. "A bath would be really nice. There's running water and everything here?"
"Josh is here?" Donna looked over at him, eyes widening slightly. She was tired, but there was something about the certainty that Josh was there that made things make a little more sense - not that he ever needed to know that. "What about everyone else?"
"...Donna?"
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Not that it wasn't nice to see her.
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"After we got left behind in Iowa. Oh my God." He hadn't thought about that year in.... well. Years.
"Donna, you're on- well, you're- ...Are you too young to know what the Bermuda Triangle is?" he asked, frowning a little.
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"Basically."
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"Almost exactly. Except right now it's more of an Indian-themed jungle than usual. Come on," he said, starting past her with a nod toward the path.
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"You wanted one, right?"
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"Josh."
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