William Lyon Mackenzie King sat in his office in Canada's capital. His hands trembled as he poured himself a stiff drink to help soothe his dread.
The United States was effectively in a state of anarchy. Few, if any, of its self-proclaimed republics dared to even call themselves the successor to Roosevelt's failed regime.
And though he had received a few words of 'assurances' from Delaware where President Roosevelt had relocated his administration. The reality was that what remained of the United States of America proper now existed solely as a rump state in the Northeast.
Even then, the last report received from Roosevelt himself was well over a month ago. King could only believe that Roosevelt was dead, dying, or otherwise incapacitated. And his Rump state would not live long enough to fulfill its promises of restoring federal authority over the nation.
