In Washington, DC. there were men with machine guns in the train station. American soldiers.
"This country is insane," Helen said, watching them. "Are they worried that someone is going to hijack a train and drive it into the White House?"
"You know what we should do?" Jane said. She kept her voice low. "We should hijack a train, and drive it into the White House."
They walked all over the city, climbed on monuments, rested on benches. There were tour groups everywhere, packs of old women and school children. Occasionally, while they walked around, a burst of energy would come out of nowhere, and Jane would just start running and laughing for no reason.
The next time they rested, Jane went around behind the bench and put Helen in the sleeper hold. A group of school kids watched Helen struggle, laughing, and then slump down, and fall off the bench. At first Jane thought she was faking. She kicked Helen's leg, and Helen sat back up.
"Did you pass out?" Jane said.
"No," Helen said. She looked around in confusion. "Wait. What?" she said.
Jane smiled at the kids, who were all still staring, and one of them pointed. Two policemen were headed their way.
"Shit. Get up," Jane said. "We're done for."
"What's this?" the tall policeman said, as Helen climbed to her feet.
"It's okay officer," she said. "We're best friends!"
"You didn't look like best friends two seconds ago," the policeman said.
"No, no, it's okay," Jane said. "We're from Canada."
"Yeah," said Helen. "That's how we show affection."
"At hockey games and things," Jane said.
"Identification, please." The policeman took a look at their passports, then shrugged at his partner. He handed them back. "Just try and behave yourselves," he said.
"You have a beautiful city," Helen said.
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