"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."
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"...Donna?"
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Not that it wasn't nice to see her.
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