September, 20th, 1867
Sean Mulroney walked the streets of St. John's Newfoundland keeping an ever watchful eye on the storm forebodingly raging over the Atlantic, creeping slowly towards the island. The wind rustled in the trees, but otherwise the night was quite with the majority of the population braising for the coming storm. The protests and demonstrations had died down in the last weeks. Bennett had rallied support but called for calm among "all true British subjects of Newfoundland". Sighing and covering his forehead with his palm Sean started to make his way to the one room second storey apartment he had managed to rent. The Landlord was pathetic of Confederation and had favoured Sean another member that had tried to rent it from him.
As he walked into the room, bringing a candle to life placing it down near a bill resting at his work place near a slanted skylight, the storm breached Newfoundland's boarders as rain began to bombard the island in ever growing strength. The papers resting on the old stained wooden desk was a finance bill, something to do with Education, a program shared with the Federal Government. A program shared with Ottawa. The city, small and muddy resting on a river somewhere on the mainland was almost a cures in the mouths of Newfoundlanders now. From what he understood things were not much different in Nova Scotia. It, in many ways, looked as if Confederation would die when still in it's infancy. He looked at the bill again. The opposition would never let it pass. They wanted nothing at all to do with the Canadians. They all agreed on that, if not being able to agree on an alternative. Most wanted to return to Britain, others a Confederation with the other colonies in the Maritime region, others yet still wanted independence for their own.
The young Legislative Member took out a page of paper from under his seat, replacing the bill on his desk. dipping a pen in ink he started writing down the names of the opposition, their position in the party, if they had one of note, and their stance on Confederation. He would vote for the bill of course, it wasn't overly important by any means. As Sean began placing his list away, he stopped, turned it over and did the same thing for the members of the Governing Party. The storm raged outside as lightning cracked the skies, giving off momentary flashes of bright white light that filled his apartment.
"The Government is going to fall." He said after hours of studying the names, and listing the connections between them. "That is inevitable. The Premier will have to step down." He said whimsicality to himself. He circled five names, along with his own. If Newfoundland were to stay in Confederation after the rise of the opposition, things would have to work out, and work out exactly as he planned. Taking another blank page from his desk Sean started writing a letter to send of to Ottawa, and another copy to be sent to the Premier. He was sure he knew what to do. His first challenge was to convince some of the smartest, most powerful and well respected men in the Kingdom, that he was right.