The time in New York is thirteen hours behind Tokyo, so when Tokyo enters the evening, Monday morning dawns in New York.
David awoke inside the tent.
He had nearly forgotten everything about his conversation with the President on Air Force One the night before.
And once again, it was clear that the President was just too old, often forgetting what he was talking about in the middle of the conversation. After a while, he would recover and continue the dialogue in fits and starts. If it had been an ordinary elderly person, I would have thought he was just a kindly grandfather who deserved respect. The President... Forgive my bluntness, but that job really isn't suitable for Nett. I hope he retires soon after next year.
David rose and unzipped the tent.
In an instant, a multitude of camera flashes went off. He realized he was surrounded by a large group of journalists outside the tent.
