Donald J Trump stands beside the resolute desk tapping his finger on the top, deep in thought.. A Marine at the door says “That’s it sir, that’s everything.” Donald looks at him for a long minute. “Go ahead and shut the gate. Thank you for your service to your country son.” Marine salutes with dusty eyes and turns away. Whitehouse goes dark. As the last van leaves the gates close. A short time later, A motorcade arrives. Nancy Pelosi staggers out and to the front gate.. “Daaahnald!! We’re HEeREee!!” The gate slowly opens, seemingly unaided with chilling creak. Nancy steps in with her private security surrounding her, a forced smile that almost looks like confused fear. Lightning flashes over head as it starts to rain. The entourage makes its way to the front door. Nancy turns the knob. It opens. Security goes in before her with swat like intent, clearing each room. Nancy is waved in and the door shuts. The media is everywhere, rolling for the moment that Nancy walks out with her agents, Trump hogtied, and carried out in the prone position to face his conviction. Minutes later another motorcade pulls up with Biden, Harris, and their teams. They all enter. Nothing but silence for hours. Pence shows up he goes in. No word from him. Schumer comes with DC swat teams and more agents. They enter the Whitehouse. The same thing happens. Not a sound. More and more activity surrounds the Capitol. High ranking officials, House and Senate members would continue to enter and not exit. Even AOC and the squad showed up at one point to try to evict him. Once people entered and the door was shut, that was it, the only sounds anyone claimed to hear after, was muffled, but believed to be the same three repeating soundtracks, YMCA, Eye of the tiger, and Lee Greenwood’s God Bless the USA. That’s when they started sending in more agents from the FBI and CIA. State and Government police also showed up to no avail. There was no response from the US military. They stood in silence even when ordered to advance on the Whitehouse. The para-military groups came next. Then troops from the UN and China. Never to be seen again. This went on for 45 dark and rainy days. On the 46th day at the stroke of mid-day, the clouds break, the front door opens. Trump emerges from the house, spotless, almost shining, and with a full flowing white beard, with every beautiful hair in place. A bright light emanating from every window in the house. Like someone took the sun and set it inside. Donald stretches forth his hands and says..

“Sorry to keep you waiting folks. Complicated business.”

And we all lived happily ever after.