Best-Laid Plans

Chapter 19 (PG-13)

Abbey stepped into the already crowded little room in full doctor mode. She set her bag down on the floor and knelt down in front of Donna and Josh. She kept any sadness or disappointment she felt at seeing Donna’s quick deterioration from showing.

“What happened?” she asked softly but brusquely as she opened the bag.

“Um...I’m not really sure,” Sam spoke up from his corner and Abbey pivoted to look at him. “I bumped into her in the lobby and she seemed OK. A little distracted, maybe, but OK. We came in Josh’s office and I gave her back her stuff that I got from the police. It was...the stuff that had been left behind at the bank. She said something about having a headache but said she was OK. I gave everything back to her, she stood up, and stumbled. I reached out to steady her, but she just...I don’t know, she got very agitated, wouldn’t let me get close to her. Somehow we ended up in here and she just started crying. She hasn’t really said much, or much that I understand, anyway.”

“OK,” Abbey said. “Get outta here, Sam, let’s give her as much room as we can.”

“OK,” Sam said. He was a little shaky getting to his feet in what was now a very confined space, and Toby stepped in and extended his arm, pulling him to his feet.

“You OK?” Abbey asked. She’d been so focused on Donna that she was just noticing for the first time that Sam was a little pale.

“Yeah,” he said distractedly. “Is she OK?”

“She will be,” Abbey said as she turned back to Josh and Donna.

Sam dropped into one of Josh’s guest chairs and Leo came over as Toby turned his attention back to the alcove.

“You don’t look OK,” he said quietly to Sam.

“I’m fine, Leo,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “It’s just...I’ve never seen anything like that. I mean, one minute she was fine and the next she was just completely...completely...I don’t think she even knew who I was for part of it.”

Leo snapped his head back toward the alcove, where the First Lady had leaned close to Josh and Donna and was talking to her in hushed tones. He looked back down at Sam. “That bad?”

Sam nodded. “She snapped back in, but it took a little while. Josh said she did it at the hospital last night, too. That she didn’t know him right away. But I came in a few minutes after him and by the time I saw her she was fine. I mean, shaken obviously, but fine.”

“I was there, and it was pretty bad,” Toby said, coming up behind them. “It was momentary last night, but it was bad. I thought it was just, you know, the events of the night or whatever. I saw her for a second earlier and she seemed OK.”

“Calm before the storm,” Leo mused quietly.

*********

Donna still hadn’t said anything else, but she was aware of Abbey’s presence and that she was talking to her. She was aware of Josh’s heart racing in his chest, despite his outwardly still appearance. But she didn’t know how to tell either of them what she was going to have to tell them. What would they think of her when they found out?

“You weren’t here when it happened?” Abbey asked Josh softly.

“I was in with Leo,” the reply was strangled and laden with guilt.

“She was in the residence with me not 20 minutes ago, and she left with President,” Abbey said, trying to reassure him a little. “And she was fine. Whatever this was happened fast.”

“I told her I wouldn’t be in with him long,” he said ashamedly. “But we were trying to catch up on some things, and I lost track of time.”

“Josh, you can’t be with her every second,” Abbey said firmly. “And even if you were this still would’ve happened.”

“But she wouldn’t have been alone,” he said, his eyes wide.

“She wasn’t alone. She had Sam. He took care of her; she wasn’t alone,” Abbey chided him. “Sam? She hasn’t said anything you could understand?”

Sam rolled his head sideways to look at Abbey and rested it in his right hand, right elbow propped on his knee. He thought for a few seconds. “She said ‘no’ a couple of times, I’m not really sure what it meant in the context, but then just before you got here she said something about remembering what she couldn’t think of before.”

“Yeah,” Josh said, looking at Sam as he all of a sudden remembered. “Just before you got here, something about remembering what she forgot.” He looked down at the top of her head. “She’s been on about that almost all day, she kept thinking she was forgetting something, an appointment or something, but she couldn’t find what it could be.”

“And she said she knew?” Abbey looked at Josh and then pivoted to look at Sam.

“‘I just realized what I’ve been forgetting all day,’” Toby said, his eyes closed in concentration. “That’s what she said. ‘I just realized what I’ve been forgetting all day.’”

Abbey leaned over to look at Donna’s face. Her cheeks were still tear-stained, but the sobbing was gone now. Her eyes flicked toward Abbey’s face as Abbey entered her line of vision, so Abbey knew she was at least partly out of the episode.

“Donna,” she said, using a firm, but gentle voice. “Tell me what you’ve been forgetting all day.”

Donna curled up a little further and nestled a little tighter into Josh. Josh instinctively tightened his grip on her but Abbey placed a hand on his arm. “No. She’s coming out of the episode now, but she wants to deny what’s happened. She’s gotta face what just happened to her head-on, and the sooner she does it, the better she’ll be. Try to sit her up a little.”

Josh gently rolled Donna off of him and into a somewhat upright position. She was still a little slack, so he kept his arms around her. At least this way, he could see her face. Her tear-stained face was tilted toward the ceiling, head leaning against the wall, not unlike the previous night in the emergency room. He frowned. She’d cried far too much in less than 24 hours.

Donna let her eyes slide closed tiredly.

“Donna,” Abbey said a little loudly. The last thing she wanted was for her to drift off.

Donna opened her eyes again.

“Donna, do you hear me?”

Donna nodded a little.

“Answer me out loud, please, Donna,” Abbey insisted. She needed to be able to judge just how “there” Donna was. “Can you hear me?”

Donna heaved a heavy sigh. “Yes, ma’am.”

Abbey smiled inwardly a little. Donna at least knew who she was. Josh also visibly relaxed next to her and forced himself to pull just a little further away. If this was what Abbey said she needed, this was what he was going to do.

“OK,” Abbey said. “Let’s go through a few things first. Can you tell me where you are right now?”

Donna furrowed her brow at the ceiling a little, then shifted her eyes down to meet Abbey’s.

“Humor me,” Abbey said.

Donna sighed again and closed her eyes. “White House,” she mumbled. “At the tail end of a nutty I apparently had...in plain view of everybody I work with.” Her cheeks were stinging with embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Abbey said, satisfied that Donna was at least mostly back where she should be. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t have anything on them. The rumor going around this morning was that Sam is now calling himself Mr. Sensitive or something like that.”

“Appreciative,” Toby and Leo both supplied from Josh’s office reflexively. Josh turned to glare in their general direction.

“What?” Toby looked at Josh. “I sent everyone who doesn’t matter away.”

“Keep it down out there or I’m going to send everyone who’s under the mistaken impression that they do matter away,” Abbey warned.

A sad little smile teased at the corner of Donna’s mouth, but didn’t quite make an appearance.

“What happened?” Abbey got down to business once she knew Donna was alert.

“I don’t know. I forgot something,” she dropped her head a little and a lone tear fell. “Something I should never, never have forgotten.” Her voice broke a little but she kept it together.

“I’m sure it’s OK,” Abbey said reassuringly.

“No,” Donna spoke with as much force as she had since Abbey had arrived. “It is in no way OK. I have absolutely no excuse.” Another tear rolled down her cheek. “None.”

“What was it, Donna?” Donna shook her head, indicating she didn’t want to answer the question. So Abbey wagered that her state of mind wasn’t quite good enough to resist a little wordplay combined with an authoritative tone.

“Donna,” she used as hard a tone as she dared. “Tell me what it is you forgot.”

Donna closed her eyes again and another few tears fell. “I forgot all about Fred,” she whispered, voice full of shame.

Abbey looked at Josh for some explanation, and he shook his head in confusion. She looked to the men who were trying to feign disinterest just inside Josh’s door. Toby and Sam both seemed to be drawing blanks, but Leo was looking beyond them at the TV in Josh’s office that was currently showing CJ’s briefing.

“The security guard at the bank who was...” he hung up on the word “killed” and rolled his hand a little fill in the blank, “...last night. His name was Frederick Garfield.”

A tiny sob escaped from Donna, and Josh closed his eyes, continuing to unconsciously rub her back in small comforting circles.

“The security guard from the bank?” Abbey asked her. “That’s Fred? You forgot about the security guard?”

Donna nodded tearfully.

Abbey wasn’t quite sure what she meant. “What did you forget about Fred, Donna?”

“I forgot completely about him,” she sobbed, shoulders shaking violently. Unconsciously, her right hand reached up to her left shoulder. The sobbing motion had probably hurt her, Abbey surmised. But there was a more pressing matter at hand.

“Donna,” Abbey wasn’t a trauma therapist. She wasn’t totally sure of her footing now. “How did you know Fred?”

Donna shook her head in an attempt to stop her tears. “Just from the bank. We were...” What were they? Friends? Acquaintances? What do you call someone you only knew for a few hours, but who helped you through the what was quite possibly the most terrible experience of your life? “I don’t know what we were. I...knew him a little. Got to know him a little. We...sat next to each other during the thing.”

Josh’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t retained the name of the security guard, but he knew he’d been shot in the chest, caught somehow in the crossfire between the robbers and the S.W.A.T. team. If Donna had been sitting right next to him...oh, God.

His need to know got the better of him for a moment. “Y-you...were sitting right beside him when he was...” he trailed off, unwilling to finish the sentence.

Donna swallowed hard, remembering those last few chaotic moments when she and Fred had been separated. “No,” she almost whispered. “I was...I wasn’t beside him then.” She seemed lost in thought for a moment. “Really, in all the commotion, I didn’t even realize he’d been hit. But I saw him afterward. And he was.” Another small sob surfaced. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

“Donna, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Abbey said. “Don’t be sorry, not for that.”

“I know, but he was so...kind to me,” she said tearfully. “He kept me from getting too upset and...he just...I don’t know, I honestly don’t think I could have gotten through it without him,” she cried. “And he died,” another sob interrupted her. “And I FORGOT?!? How could I just for—”

“Donna,” Abbey said firmly to cut her off. “You didn’t forget him. You’re sitting right here telling me about him right now. You didn’t forget him. It’s something the human brain does, Donna. You’d been through a terribly traumatic experience, and your brain instinctively sensed that your body had processed all it could for the time being. So it blocked the memory, temporarily. To give you some time to handle the rest of it. It was a lot to handle, Donna. For anybody. You needed a break from it, so that’s what your brain gave you. It was beyond your control. It was beyond anybody’s control. What good would it have done if you had had a nervous breakdown?”

Donna just looked at her.

“I’m asking you, Donna.”

“None, but...”

“No buts. This is what your body needed, and your brain took care of it. There’s no right or wrong, no blame to be assigned...” Abbey trailed off and sighed. “You remember him now, don’t you?”

Donna bowed her head again.

“Donna, you remember Fred now, don’t you?”

Donna looked up again and nodded.

“Alright, then,” Abbey said. “I want you to lie down for a little while in the Residence.”

“Abbey —” Donna started to protest weakly.

“You can take a nap and if you’re very good I’ll let you go home for the night, or you can refuse, and I’ll have the Secret Service keep you from leaving the building,” Abbey threatened.

Donna could barely keep her eyes open anyway, so she simply nodded.

“Okay,” Abbey said. “Let’s see if we can get you standing.”

Abbey and Josh both slowly helped Donna to her feet. She was weak and shaky, but she got there. “You think you can make it to the Residence if we help you?” Abbey asked. Donna nodded. They started forward out of the alcove, and Donna stopped at the door, peering out into the bullpen to see who was left out there.

“You know what, I think I’m gonna have one of the agents clear the way for us,” Abbey said. Leo and Toby muttered brief excuses and followed Abbey.

Donna leaned on Josh a little, but seemed to be standing alright under her own power. She looked down at Sam, who was still in the chair, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“I scared the hell out of you?” Donna said, barely above a whisper.

Sam jerked his head up, then tilted it to the side. “No.”

“I did. You said I was scaring the hell out of you,” Donna insisted quietly.

“Yeah, well, I lie sometimes,” Sam said.

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. All the time, as a matter of fact.” He shot to his feet and began to pace a little.

Donna let go of Josh and stepped directly into Sam’s path, coming toe-to-toe with him. “I’m sorry I scared you,” she whispered.

Sam leaned forward and hugged her tightly. “Stop saying you’re sorry,” he said into her ear. “And don’t tell Toby. Between the tea and the nickname I’m catching enough grief from him as it is.”

“Mr. Appreciative?” Donna said into his shoulder. “Appreciative of what?”

“Of you not bringing it up again?” Sam tried hopefully.

Donna couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. “Okay,” she said. “If it makes you feel any better I think I scared me a little, too.”

Sam cast a concerned glance over Donna’s shoulder to Josh, who was leaning against the desk, the very picture of worry. “I wasn’t scared,” Sam said weakly.

“This is...the compulsive lying again?” Donna asked, pulling back to look at him.

“Yeah,” Sam said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Donna,” Abbey said, reappearing in Josh’s office doorway. “Let’s go.”

Donna started out the door, but stopped mid-step when something on the floor caught her eye. Josh saw it too, and picked it up. “Well, I guess you don’t have to threaten Ron with bodily harm now that you’ve got this back,” he said, handing the ID badge to her.

Donna remembered the chain of events the badge had set in motion, but suddenly it didn’t feel so tainted by Bernard’s handling of it. She was back in the White House, and it belonged back around her neck. The weight of it felt like a badge of honor in her hands. With determination, she slid the lanyard around her neck with her uninjured arm, taking the visitor’s pass off and handing it to Josh. “Won’t be needing that anymore,” she said.

“No,” Josh said, watching her closely. She was exhausted after the ordeal and it showed, but he could see something new taking root in her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was a miniscule change, it could have even been his imagination, but he could have almost sworn she seemed a little...stronger.

They stepped out into the empty bullpen. “Where’s the bag I sent down with you?” Abbey asked. Sam, still in Josh’s office, remembered the bag from before Donna’s episode and passed it to Abbey. “Let’s go,” she said once more, and turned to lead the way. Donna took one last look at Sam before turning to follow Abbey.

Hands in his pockets, Sam couldn’t help but smile as he watched the three of them go. That had been...OK, that had been hell, but that was something that needed to happen. She’d had a major breakthrough, and he’d been a part of it. He felt...useful. And he liked that feeling.

He turned on his heel to head toward the Communications bullpen.  Toby, standing about 20 feet behind him, had been watching Donna and Josh go, but made a good show of pretending otherwise.

“I’ve come up with something a man of your considerable...tea knowledge can appreciate,” Toby said, the softness in his features belying his true feelings. “President. UN. Major address. Ticking clock. This way, please.” He turned and glanced behind to see that Sam was following, which he was.

“Anytime you wanna wipe that smirk off your face, that’d be fine too,” Toby said as they headed back to his office.

**************

Abbey had Donna settled in one of the guest bedrooms within 15 minutes, after taking her pulse and blood pressure, and checking to be sure that her pupils were responsive. She gave her one of the Vicodin in the hopes that it would help her sleep, the same as it did last night. Besides, Abbey could tell Donna had aggravated the shoulder injury with all the sobbing.

She’d left Donna alone with Josh, able to tell easily that Donna wouldn’t be awake long after the ordeal.

For the first time in a long time, Donna and Josh found the silence they shared to be a little awkward. She lay on top of the covers on the bed, shoes off, covered by a warm throw, and Josh sat beside the bed, in a chair he’d pulled close from a corner of the room.

“I think I really did scare Sam,” Donna said regretfully.

“I really scared Sam the other day when I hid behind the door in his office; it doesn’t take much,” Josh offered.

“Josh.”

He breathed out heavily and looked away, fidgeting in his chair for a minute before he finally asked the question he wanted to.

“How did it start?”

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “All I know is when I saw my name badge,” her hand reflexively reached for the ID that still hung around her neck, “it brought back a part of the whole thing last night that I hadn’t thought about since I got out of there. There was a...Bernard...he saw the name badge.”

Josh’s eyes went wide and his whole body tensed. “What did he do?”

“Nothing. Police didn’t give him the chance. It was in my purse and he didn’t see it for a long time, but...I don’t know, somehow he saw it, and decided he’d use me as leverage to get his demands met. The S.W.A.T. team came in before he had the chance, but...I just kept thinking what an awful position that was going to put the President in,” she said, surprised at how detached she felt from the memory now.

Josh’s jaw was clenched so tight Donna could see the tendons working. She reached for his arm. “Nothing happened, Josh.”

“The hell nothing happened,” he said softly, laying his hand over hers. “A lot happened, Donna. I thought...I was worried that if he found out you worked at the White House, and decided to try to...use...you—”

“But he didn’t, or at least, he didn’t get the chance. Be thankful for small miracles,” she said, almost philosophically. He squeezed her hand and took another deep breath. “And this guy, the security guard...”

“Fred, Josh. Please call him Fred. He had a name, and he died, and he was killed doing a noble thing, and I think people ought to use his name.” Her voice was full of conviction, but not anger.

Josh nodded. “Fred. He...he helped you through it?” He wanted to ask how, but didn’t feel the right.

“He was former MPDC, so he was familiar with procedure. He told me the whole night what the police were likely doing outside, told me what the robbers would likely do next, helped me keep calm when I got a little...worried. And all the times in between he just made conversation to keep my mind off of it.” Her eyes filled with tears. “He was retired, with grandchildren, and...I don’t know. I think if you live through a career as a police officer, you don’t deserve to die from a bullet. Not that anybody does, but especially not a sweet old man who was having to work through his retirement.”

They were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry,” Josh finally said.

“For what?”

“For all of it. That it happened. That you were in it. That you lost a friend. That I’ll never get to thank him for looking after you during the whole thing. That those kids lost their grandfather. That they almost used you because of your White House connections. That everybody who was in the bank has to find some way to live with it. For the whole damn thing. I’m just so sorry,” he said, looking studiously at the nightstand beside her instead of at her face as he said it.

She did let a tear fall that time, but turned her face into the pillow to brush it away. She could feel herself beginning to float again, drift off, and she squeezed his forearm a little tighter, not wanting to lose her connection to him just yet.

“He really was something, Josh,” she said. “And a smart guy too. Said you ought to take me to dinner at some restaurant over on 36^th Street. Said it was a great place.”

“1789? I know it. They have the most amazing veal chops,” he said before thinking better of it. Donna shifted her hand and pinched his forearm.

“Don’t eat veal!” she chastised him. “That’s cruel!”

“Why? Because they’re baby cows?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, but the adult cows are fair game.”

“I’m not saying that, I’m just saying...”

“I know what you were saying, and what I’m saying is you’re not exactly a vegetarian,” he teased.

“Fine,” she closed her eyes and pretended to be done with the conversation.

“Why?” Josh asked.

“I don’t know, it just seems mean,” she said through a yawn. “They’re baby cows, they’re cute and defenseless and—”

“Delicious,” he finished. “I’m saying why did Fred think I ought to take you there? And, wait a minute, you talked about me?”

“We talked about lots of things,” she said dismissively. “He thought you should take me there after getting through the whole thing at the bank, to show your...” she giggled. She was feeling a little punchy. “To show your appreciation.”

“That’s not a job Sam’s better suited for?” he said, unable to hide his grin.

“Well this was before the whole nickname fiasco,” she said. She opened her eyes. “Why does he assign himself nicknames every so often? It’s...a little odd. And the nicknames are terrible.”

“Sam’s a little odd. Beyond that nobody really knows why,” Josh said as Donna yawned again. “I’m keeping you awake.”

“Nuh-uh,” Donna said, not bothering to open her eyes, which had slipped closed again. “I sleep through your talking just fine.”

“Thanks.”

“Go back downstairs and work,” she said drowsily.

Josh shook his head, then realized she couldn’t see. “I’ll hang out for a while.”

“Go get some work done,” she said again. “The First Lady won’t like it if you stay here the whole time.”

“No,” he said, a little more forcefully. “I wasn’t there last time, and—”

“Stop,” she said, fighting her way back up through the sleep that was trying to envelop her. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. You can’t be with me every second of the day, Josh, and I wasn’t alone. And I’m not alone now. I’ve got Abbey. And the Secret Service, for God’s sake. And you could be putting this time to good use. Go. Now. Don’t argue with me; I’ve had a hard day.” She cracked one eye open and gave him a half smile.

Josh smiled back. “I’ll go after you’re asleep.”

“Promise,” she yawned.

“I promise.”

“’Kay,” she said.

“I think he was smart,” Josh said after a couple of seconds.

“Hmm?”

“I think Fred had a good idea. I think I ought to take you to 1789 for dinner one night,” he said.

Her eyes flew open. “Really? I mean...Really. Why?”

This time he looked her straight in the eyes. “To show my appreciation.”

She blinked and squeezed his forearm one more time, smiling softly as she closed her eyes again.

“I’m telling Sam you’re the real Mr. Appreciative,” she drawled sleepily.

“You do and I’ll order a great big veal chop and eat it right in front of you. Go to sleep,” he said.

She was too far gone to even respond. A minute later, he laid her hand back on the bed and slipped out into the hall.

Abbey and Leo were in the sitting room talking, serious expressions drawn on both their faces. Josh approached with his hands shoved in his jeans pockets.

“Obviously, this is not something she can be expected to just, you know, shake off easily,” he said in a low tone.

“Yeah,” Leo said. “And, listen, I’m not trying to jump in the deep end of the pool at the first sign of trouble, but you know what I think?”

“I’m not really sure what you’re thinking, Leo, but I think I’d like for her to get this under control before she turns around one day and puts her hand through a window,” Josh said. “Would he come? I know there are people here who can do this kind of thing, but...we know Stanley.”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “He’ll come. He’ll come anytime.”

“How do you know he’ll come anytime?”

“’Cause that’s what he said when I called him from my office earlier,” Leo said matter-of-factly.

“Wow,” Josh said. “You were really betting I’d see things your way, weren’t you?”

“Actually, I could give a damn about how you see it. The last time this happened to one of you, I waited too long, and it got worse,” he stood up. “I’m your boss, and I’m also her boss ultimately, which makes me partly responsible for...I’m not gonna make the mistake of waiting again.”

Leo left without another word.

“She get to sleep?” Abbey asked.

“Yeah,” Josh said. “I think she was a little better by the time she...”

Abbey nodded. “Good. She ask you to stay?”

“No, but I think I should. She told me to go work,” Josh said.

“Then I think you should work,” Abbey turned her head to look at him for the first time. “You ought to work while you can, because she’s gonna require a little more of your attention for a while. I don’t want her alone at night, Josh. I assume somebody stayed with her last night, and I think that needs to keep happening. Exercise discretion, of course. Switch people every so often if you have to, but she shouldn’t be alone for extended periods of time for a while, in case something like this happens again. Especially at night.”

Josh looked at the floor for a minute. “She didn’t want to stay at her apartment. We took her there last night, but she was skittish being there. Said the guy knew where she lived. She stayed at my place last night.”

Abbey nodded thoughtfully. “That’s something she’s gonna have to work through. I don’t know how long she’ll be able to stay at your place. You know what’ll happen if it gets out, right? I mean, of course, I know, the President knows, Leo, everybody who knows the two of you knows that there’s nothing inappropriate, but...if the press got it, you know what they’d do.”

Josh nodded.

“That’s an additional stress she doesn’t need, Josh,” Abbey said firmly. “Not to mention the headache it would cause for CJ in the press room and how difficult it would make it for you to do your job.”

“I know what the ramifications might be,” Josh said firmly. “But it was the right thing to do.”

Abbey nodded. “I agree. The two of you...share a bond.” The hint of a smile crossed her face. “Keep it quiet and there’s no reason it can’t continue for now, as long as Leo and CJ are kept in the loop. But if we have to, we’ll move her to CJ’s or one of the assistants’ places if she still isn’t ready to go home.”

“Okay,” Josh nodded, hoping it wouldn’t come to that. She needed to be where she felt comfortable, not where someone ordered her to go. “You’ll call me if she needs anything?”

Abbey smiled fully that time. “You think there’s gonna be something she needs I can’t handle?”

“Well, I was just...I mean...I didn’t mean to imply —”

“Yes, Josh,” Abbey said. “Leave me now.”

Josh stood. “Thank you, Mrs. Bartlet.”

He pulled his cell phone off his belt as he started back down the stairs from the Residence.

“Stanley? Josh Lyman...Yeah, thanks. Listen, Leo said you could come any time?...Already? He talked to you again in the last few minutes?...OK. Tonight?...I appreciate that, Stanley. That’s nice of you. A car will pick you up at the airport...OK. Call me when you get in.”

He snapped the phone shut and heaved a heavy sigh as he made his way back toward Leo’s office. He wasn’t sure how Donna was going to react to seeing Stanley Keyworth when he was there to talk to her. To her, not someone else she knew well. She liked Stanley, but...having a therapist appear in your door and tell you that you need help doesn’t always put a person at ease. Josh could attest to that personally. There was no telling how Donna would react, but Stanley was booked on the Red Eye out of San Francisco tonight. They’d know soon enough.