Turns out that Connie walking away from the window was a good thing after all, as the three of us were now following her down a hall in the White House.
She had come out and met us at the car, and escorted us past the gate and inside.
While we walked through the halls, David and I hastily explained the situation, and why he was so insistent on seeing her. David tried to just get her to leave the White House so we could all leave, but as soon as she heard about the situation, she insisted on taking us to the President himself to explain it to him.
I agreed with her, that the President had to be told so that everyone could be warned, but for some reason David hated the idea, and kept trying to convince Connie that we should just leave.
"This is something I never would have believed in my life; I'm in the White House! Look at this," mused Julius, looking all around us. "If I had known that I would meet the President, I would have worn a tie. I mean, look at me, I look like a schlemiel!"
I laughed, I didn't even know what that meant, but it sounded funny.
"You look fine, pops," David assured him, rolling his eyes.
We walked into the oval office, and I found myself in just as much awe as Julius. It was amazing to think that I was in the office of the President of the United States, right where he makes his decisions and stuff. It was kinda weird, to be honest, but in a good way, I suppose.
"David, I don't know how happy he is gonna be to see you," Connie said.
I walked around letting my fingers skim on the furniture in the room, still looking up and around in awe.
"Yeah, that's right, I've been telling you! He's not gonna listen to me, we should go." David tried once again to convince Connie that we need to leave. I didn't understand why he was so against seeing the President, or why Connie said that the President wouldn't be happy to see him either.
"David, we need to tell him so that we can get the word out; people need to know that they're in danger," I said, looking at him with my eyebrows raised. To be honest, as awful as it sounds, he was being selfish right now.
He just looked at me and clenched his jaw, and looked away.
Well what the hell is that supposed to mean? I wondered, frustrated.
"Wait a minute, why wouldn't he listen?" Julius asked the question that had been bouncing around my head for a while now.
David scratched at his ear uncomfortably. "Well uh, cuz the last time I saw him, we uh, we got into a fight," he explained, avoiding mine and his father's eyes.
My jaw dropped. "A fight??"
"You walked in the room and punched him in the head," Connie corrected him.
My jaw dropped even further, if that was possible. "What-"
"You punched the President??" Julius asked, astounded.
"No, he uh, he wasn't the President then." Oh, nice loophole there David, great save.
"I punched him, he fought back, we wrestled around, it was a fight!" David defended himself, seemingly trying to shift the blame slightly.

"A fight that you started!!" Connie seemed to be getting frustrated over what was obviously a reoccurring argument, and to be honest, I was at this point just looking between the two of them like it was a tennis match going on, and mildly amusing.
"Because David thought that I was having an affair!" She finished telling Julius, and glaring at David.
Well, this is even more interesting now. I looked at David, waiting for him to volley back with something. Not gonna lie, I was having a bit too much fun witnessing this, although I was starting to get annoyed because we had to get a move on; the time was running out.
"With the President?" Julius asked.
"Which, of course, I wasn't!" She insisted, glaring at David again.
"Hey, hey, hey," David interrupted before the argument could advance more, looking at his watch. "Either, either go get him, or we should head back to the car."
"Alright, alright, I'll go get him," Connie said, and began walking away, before turning around again. "Don't touch anything!"
Well that was a pretty fair caution, David tended to be very curious, and poke around places wherever he could.
As soon as he left, Julius turned to David again. "You punched the President?" he asked for confirmation.
David just looked at him, and then began to pull his laptop out of his bag and set it up on the desk.
"David, I, uh, I thought being violent, and getting into fights is a bad thing," I began slyly.
"Don't-"
"Haven't you always told me not to resort to violence?"
"Shut up," he said, pointing his finger at me.
"Hypocrite," I muttered under my breath.
He just glared at me.
Next time I get the chance, I'm gonna punch someone, and David can't tell me not to this time, because now I know that he's punched someone too!
Okay, well maybe I shouldn't just punch someone just cuz I can, but still, that's not fair.
"David, don't set your laptop on his desk!" I scolded, walking around the desk to take his laptop off of it.
"Its fine, its not-"
"She said don't touch anything!"
"I'm not!"
"Your laptop is!
"But I'm not!"
"Its basically the same thing!"
At this point, we both had both our hands on a side of the laptop, holding it between us.
"This is why you always get told not to touch anything!"
"I'm not-"
"David!!"
"Look, mom," he shot at me, pulling the laptop out from my grasp, and placing it back on the desk. "Its fine, see!"
I crossed my arms against my chest and glared at him. That's my line. Rude.
I looked over when I heard Julius chuckling. He pointed at us. "You two argue like an old married couple," he laughed.
David and I looked at each other, both of us blushing slightly, and then looked back at Julius.
"Dad-"
"You do! I would know, you two sound exactly like me and your mother did, David. We could argue until we lost our voices, and still we'd both be too stubborn to give up, but we loved each other no matter what..." he trailed off, staring off at nothing with a sad little smile on his face.
I looked over at David who had a slightly sadder look on his face as well. I wondered if they had gotten divorced as well, but the way he said they loved each other no matter what made it seem like that wasn't the case...so perhaps she had passed away.
I felt bad for the two men, I hadn't known that that had happened.
Julius cleared his throat, obviously trying not to think about it anymore. He patted an armchair by the desk. "This, I like," he remarked.
"Don't touch anything," I joked towards him, but he didn't seem to hear as he kept walking around the office.
"Look at this. You know what famous people have been here? Huh? Huh?"
"Yes, dad," David responded absentmindedly, still focused on his computer.
"It is amazing," I agreed with Julius. It was insane to think about.
"Politicians, actors, baseball players, singers...and now me," Julius continued, grinning proudly.
David finally looked up from his computer, smiling his lopsided grin. "Imagine that. Look, a poor immigrant like me, it's a dream!" He laughed and I joined with him. It sounded like he was quoting something, I didn't know what, but it was very funny.
"David, shh!"
David and I just kept laughing, now at both his joke and at his father who was urgently trying to get us to be quieter.
After a couple moments, Julius spoke up again. "Hey see if they have those pens that they give away," he told David, pointing at the desk.
David stopped typing away at his laptop and looked up, confused. "Dad, what?"
"Pens, David. They're these things that you write with," I explained sarcastically.
David just pushed my shoulder in response.
The door that Connie had gone through a few minutes ago suddenly swung back open, and the three of us immediately stood straight up.
The President walked in behind Connie, and stopped as soon as he saw David. "I don't have time for this," he told Connie, turning to head back out of the room the way he came.
"Two minutes Tom, two minutes."
Julius rushed over to shake the President's hand. "Mr. President, Julius Levinson, David is my son."
Right about at this point, the room exploded into chaotic noise. David was arguing with Connie, Julius was trying to talk with the President while the President was also trying to argue with Connie, and quite frankly I had had enough. I didn't drive 5 hours all the way to D. C. just for them to argue like children.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as everyone just kept shouting. "Oh my god....SHUT UP!!!"
The room fell silent as soon as I shouted and all eyes were on me. I pointed at the President. "You're the goddamn President for christ's sake, you can set aside your petty differences with David for two damn seconds, and listen to what he has to say, because it might just save some damn lives!"
It was still silent as I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "David, show him what we found," I said, much quieter than before.
It was silent for another second before David moved to the desk and grabbed a pad of paper. "Uh well, we know why there's satellite disruption."
The President glanced between David, then Connie, and then me before he looked back over at David and sighed. "All right, go ahead."
I walked over towards David, curious to how he was going to explain this, as he started drawing some circles on the paper. He drew a large circle in the middle, labeling it Earth, and then drew a couple smaller circles on opposite sides of the earth from each other.
"OK, uh, let's say that you want to co-ordinate with spaceships on different sides of the Earth. You couldn't send a direct signal, right?" David drew lines coming from one of the smaller circles, continuing past the Earth, unable to connect with the circles on the other side.
"You're talking about line of sight?" the President asked, slowly seeming to catch on.
"Yes," I responded for David. "The curve of the Earth prevents the communication. You'd need satellites to relay that signal in order to reach each ship." I pointed to the paper as David draw two satellites opposite from one another, and then a line bouncing off those and connecting the "spaceships".
"Well we found a signal hidden inside our own satellite system," David finished off.
A man poked his head through the door that Connie and the President had come through. "Excuse me Mr. President, they're starting."
He left when President Whitmore nodded at him, and then turned back to David.
"They're using our own satellites against us," David explained further. Then he turned his computer around to show only 28 minutes left on the timer.
"And the clock's ticking."