Instead of at the convention, this should take place at the homecoming dance, and Hillary, soaked from running through a rainstorm, should burst in to the crowd of seniors - all dressed in their rented tuxes and shoulderless dresses - who will part leaving only McCain and Obama, locked in the embrace of the final slow dance, in the center of the floor. Hillary will walk, determined and in slow motion, towards the pair and when she finally reaches them they will turn and stare at her, at first in horror and then in admiration, and will each drop to their knees before her. Then a cherub (actually the class nerd in paper wings) will be lowered from the rafters to place Hillary's crown upon her golden head!