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Wednesday, January 27, 2021, 11AM Eastern Standard Time

“So, did you find this guy?” the President asked the masked Director of the Secret Service, who had just taken his seat in front of the President’s desk. The Director was relieved that the President had launched straight into the subject of the alleged stalker; maybe he had forgotten all about the idea of a new security detail.

“I can’t say we have found the precise person you described, Mr. President,” Director McCarthy said his voice muffled by the mask.

“That’s unacceptable,” the President said.

“We did find a number of people who satisfied some of the elements of the description you gave us,” the Director said, “but none who matched the whole thing.”

“Well who did you come up with?”

“I have some photos taken from our video surveillance,” the Director said. “Perhaps you can give me some guidance as to whether any of these people look like the man you are speaking of.”

“Bring ’em here.”

The Director got up and brought a folder over to the President’s side of the desk. The President squirted sanitizer on his hands and rubbed them before picking the folder up. He opened it and began going through the pictures.

“No. No… Not this guy. No. No…no…no… What’s the story with this one?”

“Uh, from what we have learned, until recently he was out there every day. He set up a table and he had white signs in marker arrayed around him. He is currently in a mental hospital. Our sources indicate that he may be suffering from schizophrenia or some other mental deficit.”

The President stared intently at the picture. The bearded man sat at a table in front of the fence, on the paved area in front of Lafayette Park, slightly toward the right as you looked at him from the White House. He was surrounded by many white signs, not just one. They were densely and neatly block-lettered in black marker. He could not quite make out what they said, but they looked a bit crazy.

He turned his attention to the man’s appearance. He seemed too young to be THE guy. His hair did not seem to be gray, nor was it the very long hair he recalled. And he was not exactly right in front of the church. But he was toward that direction, and he had a long beard. Could it be?

He shuffled through the rest of the deck of photos. None of the others seemed remotely to fit the description.

“Do you recognize anyone?” the Director asked.

“Not really,” the President said. “Keep looking.”

“You seemed to be interested in that one,” the Director said. “Did he ring any bells?”

“I’m not sure,” the President said. “But keep an eye on him.”

“He was at the Inauguration,” the Director said.

“Really?”

“Yes, sir. He was picked up there and taken to St. Elizabeth’s Hospital.”

“The nuthouse?”

“The, uh, mental facility, sir, yes. I had two of our agents go to see him yesterday.”

“Huh,” said the President. “Okay, keep on this guy. I want reports. Come back next Wednesday,” the President said. “I want to see anything else that looks like what I told you, too. Especially at night.”

“Yes sir.” The Director reached out for the folder.

“I’ll keep this,” the President said. “Maybe something will jog my memory.”

“Very good, sir.”

“Next week, sir. Same time?”

“Same time.”

The President pulled his phone out. He saw a Toot he liked. Instantly he hit the ReToot button.

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