"Actually the senator from New York is under arrest," an official told a media hound.  The particular hound had been sent from a "foreign paper" to get a scoop.  "There's the

     "Scoop

     "House.  Arrest.  It's a routine process," the Senator stood and said while he was folding his reading glasses.

     "It's for his own protection," an attache-type explained to the blinks and stares of a rapidly gathering crowd. 

     "From the Republicans?" Someone asked. 

     "Ah, someone who appreciates the stakes of this political game." 

     More security appeared in the hotel lobby and a sharply dressed woman folded her hands as the senator had.  "Save it," she ordered.  "A judge will give you your turn." 

     The Senator sat back down in the chair. 

     "Probably all the fines," a saavy scholar told multiple translators in regards a lateness of diplomats to help with the European crisis. 

     A woman in blocky heels stood the baby up and pulled a diaper snug.  "See," she was wrapping up a prepatory mini-talking-to, "At that point, it is not just your own pile of doo-doo that the rest of us have to deal with." 

     "Thinking about a career in politics?" A hansome man leaned-in towards her and asked.  "Hardly," the woman said and handed him the dirty diaper.  "Flight's here," the man said and turned to put the diaper in the trash.  "Is it?" The woman asked.  She'd laid the baby back down and was putting it into a sleeper.  "They're so helpless without us," she stared at the baby staring at the world of its immediate environs.  Then she told the man, "Take this grocery bag and put all those dirty diapers in it.  No reason this place should smell like a nursery." 

     As the handcuffs were being put on the Senator said to the attache-type, "Find out if the government is still shut down?" 

    The woman took her hands out of her pants pockets revealing a cellphone.  She hit a speed dial button and the Senator's pocket started ringing.