The shadow of Marine One loomed over a tiny island in the Hawaiian archipelago. Inside, a stern old woman leaned over to speak to the pilot.
"Put us down right there."
"Are you sure, Madam President? It barely looks--"
"I'm sure."
As the Presidential helicopter touched down on the sand, a dark figure on the beach pulled his fishing hat lower over his eyes and shut his tackle box. The woman climbed out of the chopper with a cane in hand.
"You're a hard man to reach," she called.
"Not for nothing, Hillary. I've been enjoying retirement."
Hillary Clinton strode up to the man. Most people cowered in her presence, but he was as unflappable as ever as he leaned back in his beach chair and took a swig from a purple bottle.
"The Republicans have been looking as well, you know. After you announced you were returning to your birthplace they scoured pretty much every inch of Kenya. Searching for your birth certificate is still a big tourist attraction there."
Barack Obama laughed. "And the Kenyans complain that I never did enough for them."
Hillary leaned on her cane and gazed around the beach with a severe expression.
"I had a chat with the guys at NOAA. Did you know that climate change might put this rock underwater soon?"
"Sound serious. You should talk to Al Gore about that."
Hillary said nothing, but her expression grew ever more sour as she stared down at her predecessor. Finally, Obama sighed and looked up at her.
"Why are you here, Hillary?"
"I know you don't exactly count the days Barack, but it's 2020." She put a hand on her hip. "I need you back on the campaign trail."
"I thought we called it even a long time ago."
"We did. And now I'm asking for a favor."
"You know how much I hate the Washington circus, Hillary. I served my eight years. Won my battles. I came here to get away from it all. You should take some time off too." Obama tossed her a bottle from a cooler at his side. "Here, have some purple drank."
Hillary looked down at the bottle. The crude label read "Legitimate Grape." She frowned.
"You know, before he passed away Bill told me that I should believe in you," Hillary said. "He said you would be a shining light for our party for decades to come. Doesn't any of that matter to you anymore?"
Obama looked away. "You don't need me to win."
"You're the single most popular figure in American politics and yet you sit here squirreled away on an island like you're Mitt Romney's money." Hillary crossed her arms. "What a waste. Is it any wonder that Michelle left you?"
Hillary regretted the jibe the second it left her lips. Obama was clearly stung, the reminder of his loveless marriage further pushing the introverted President back into his guarded self.
"I’m sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Just like you didn't mean it when you said that I couldn't take a 3:00am phone call?"
"I was wrong to--"
"But you were being honest."
There was an awkward silence. Hillary placed a hand on Obama's shoulder. He looked up. She smiled.
"You were a very adequate President, Barack."
"Hillary…"