Jane loved her husband. She loved him when he was a hippy, radical protestor trying to save the world. Then he grew up and became a senator. And she was trying to love him as a senator too.

But the truth was that she was being neglected by her husband. But not by the machine that was pulling all the strings. Those people weren't neglecting her at all. They were trying to call all the shots in her life too.

So she escaped, to talk to Bob, hoping that his project might have some answers for how to recapture what she'd lost. And when she went off the grid, the political machine freaked out.

Everybody thought she was having an affair. Her husband even bought into that frame of thought. And in a fit of anger she admitted to the affair ... which had never happened.

Which brings us to the philosophical question Jane had to ask herself: If you're going to be blamed for doing something ... why not go ahead and do it?