Jack fought off the biggest feeling of deja vu he had ever had. He stood with grips, Politions, and consultants milling around him underneath the stage of the International Congress Combouya. This was his big debate, the final one before the election. He nervously twisted his ring about his finger as he fought a bout of nausea.

Alexandra put a hand on his arm. "You don't look well."

Henry squeezed his other shoulder with a hand. "Just remember your talking points and ...