The White House, inside an administrative building that looked a bit old, was brightly lit.
As civil servants, at this early hour, they should have been off duty, but there were always some emergencies that made them break their usual work schedules.
Right now, the situation unfolding in Japan across the ocean forced these people to work overtime.
Yet, not a single person in the room showed any sign of displeasure.
On the contrary, their faces were all lit up with excitement.
The current Secretary of State, at the age of sixty-one, sat at his desk full of fighting spirit, much like a young man.
He was waiting for a phone call.
A call that could potentially change the future of humanity.
He believed that he was not the only one staying up tonight.
Many important figures, from high-ranking officials to tycoons, were awaiting a call. They were more eager than a young girl in the throes of first love awaiting a call from her beloved.
