Nathan had moved into power, then. That part was right, he thought. He was meant to, whatever happened. But the rest...he frowned.

"What?" They were supposed to pull together. Unite. Turn to Nathan for guidance..."How can Nathan let that happen? If he's the President...can't he do something? Anything to stop them? What we are...we're supposed to help. To heal the world, to make it better. Why can't they see that?"