Janitor (National Cathedral)

Amid the National Cathedral's vaulted silence, the Janitor scrubs stone floors with steady rhythm until Bartlet's discarded cigarette—raw emblem of presidential grief and defiance—snags his mop. He lifts it, eyes drawn outward as sirens pierce the hush, limousines flooding the frame with flashing authority. This custodian bridges sacred sanctuary and secular power, his quiet discovery underscoring frailty's intrusion into ritual spaces while the motorcade reclaims a leader from mourning. Unnamed yet pivotal, he anchors the cathedral's maintenance amid White House tempests.