The morning of Vice President Whosit's official ascendency to the Presidency in MathNerd's absence had come, yet as the rays of the dawn sun crept over the horizon, the usually early-rising Whosit was nowhere to be seen. As the concerns among the government officials grew, Whosit's faithful servent, Alfred Penceworth, hurried to his master's quarters to see if Whosit was having any last-minute reservations.
Alfred knocked at Whosit's bedroom doors quietly and politely. Upon receiving no answer, he knocked again, harder. When an answer was still not forthcoming, Alfred entered the chamber, clearing his throat loudly to announce his presense. However, to his surprise, Whosit's bedchambers were completely empty. Alfred's fears of yet another kidnapping were somewhat aleviated when he noticed that the bed was neatly made and everything was in its proper place. Whosit was not the type to be taken without a fight, and unless his abductors were especially fastidious, it did not appear that a struggle had taken place.
As the puzzled butler looked about the room, he noticed what appeared to be a letter on Whosit's nightstand. Curiosity taking the better of propriety, and Alfred examined the letter; it was sealed and was simply address "to whom it may concern." The butler tore open the letter and quickly looked at the contents. It was written in Whosit's rough but legible handwriting, and a quick perusal assured Alfred that the article was genuine. The contents, however, were disturbing.
"I apologize for disappearing during a time of such confusion, but an urgent matter requiring my immediate attention has arisen, and so I must leave to handle it right away. I leave England in the capable hands of Cull. I will return once this matter has been dealt with.
Do not look for me.
-Whosit"
As Alfred read, the color in his face turned ashen, his hands began to tremble, and a look of dumbfounded horror crept into his features. Though the letter was brief, he had to read it three times before he could convince himself that he had read it clearly. Realizing what he must do, Alfred stuffed the letter in his pocket and made a mad dash for Cull's residence on the warf, not daring to consider the implications this new wrinkle might have for England.
OOC: I am moving and will be unavailable for about a week. It is unfortunate that this coincides with MathNerd's absence. Cull is now acting President. Have fun. Don't blow up the country while I am away.
