Someday, in the not so distant future..."We're just getting word from Washington, yes, it has been confirmed... ladies and gentleman, the President of the United States is dead after being shot in the head. It is not known at this time who the perpetrator is, though a small terrorist cell, stationed in the Middle East is taking credit for the assassination. We'll be getting more information as it comes--"
Click.
The television screen went black.
"Wow." Matt grimly set the remote back down on the side table. The President was dead. This morning, there had been speeches and protesters and poll results. Then BLAM. One single bullet, and everything was different. [Smith] would be the president now, probably not doing a much better job. It was the first time since the election that he'd been glad the guy he voted for didn't win.
Every station-- even the shopping networks were either off air or being shanghaied by the local news. It would be that way for a while, he knew. First the reports, then re-reporting, speculation, witness interviews-- it had happened in broad daylight, after all-- followed by the funeral, memorials,
Remembering President Patrick Donalson specials... they'd play this out for weeks, if not months.
Holy crap, I hope Lost is still going to be on tomorrow.