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Tuesday, March 2nd Yellowknife, NWT

Flying out of Iqaluit that morning, Ted felt excited and confident. He knew he could deliver Nunavut’s request, the first piece was in place.

He arrived at the Legislative Building of the Northwest Territories in Yellowknife, and went directly to the Premier’s offices. Premier Andy Anderson met Ted at the front reception area, and led him to a small conference room.

"Call me Andy, said the Premier, everybody calls me Andy, and, Ted – I’d like to introduce you to Jim Carson, the Commissioner of the Yukon." Ted had not expected this.

Ted extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Commissioner Carson. I hadn’t anticipated meeting with both of you at the same time. This is certainly a pleasant surprise – I hope."

"Thanks, and call me Jim. We’re all on a first name basis here." He shook Ted’s hand eagerly.

As they sat down at the small table, Ted realised if they had advance notice of his coming, they undoubtedly had their wish lists ready.

Right after Roy Qamutik had called Anderson telling him what had happened during Underwood’s visit, Andy called Jim Carson. They saw the opportunity for what they previously thought was impossible. Jim flew that night from Whitehorse, the capital of the Yukon, to Yellowknife. Overnight, the two heads of their respective governments had indeed put together an alternate list of desirables, in case their real wish was out of reach. Alaska.

Ted looked at the two of them, sitting side by side, almost facing each other. He asked, "Is there anything that I should know, before we begin?"

Andy began, "Yes, there’s a few things." He looked over at Jim, who nodded.

"Jim and I work very closely up here in the far north, we have to. It’s a survival thing," said Andy.

"If I don’t talk to Andy at least once a week, I worry that he may have fallen off an ice edge," Jim said.

"Look, Ted," Andy laughed as he spoke, "we have so many things in common between us and the Yukon. Our economies both generate about a billion a year and that’s just....."

"Even though NWT is almost 3 times the size of the Yukon," Jim interrupted.

"Size doesn’t matter here, Jim. We each have only one city, less than five towns and a whole lot of little communities." Andy turned back to Ted, who by now was only observing, and continued,
"We’ve got about 42,000 people and Jim has about 32,000."

"Can you see the similarities," Jim piped in, "and why we might have similar challenges and solutions?"

Ted stared and nodded, yes.

"If we resolve NWT issues, then most of Yukon’s will be solved as well," said Andy.

"Yes, that’s it exactly," Jim said.

"Exactly," said Andy. "We look east to west here, not north to south."

"Exactly," Jim said. "We have much more in common with Alaska."

"That’s it exactly," said Andy.

"We want to be part of Alaska," Jim said.

"That’s exactly what we want," said Andy.

"It would solve many things," Jim said.

"Yes, it would," said Andy.

They stopped, looked directly at Ted, and beamed.

Ted stared and blinked. For a moment he was back in Nunavut, watching the throat singers. He shook his head to clear it. Finally, he realised what they’d said.

Alaska?

It didn’t take him long to discover this was the only thing they wanted. Anything, they’d said, Ted may have to agree to during the "deal process" would be fine with them, as long as the end result was obtained.

"Have you talked to Alaska about this?"

No, they said in unison.

"Are there any side deals going on here?"

Absolutely not, they guaranteed.

"If I go to Alaska with this, are they going to know I’m coming – just like you knew ahead of time?"

No, they assured him. This would be Ted’s show, Ted was the delivery guy.

As he rose to leave, Ted said he would do what he could, and warned them that any indication of this being on the table would jeopardise the outcome. They promised to do nothing until they heard from him.

Andy offered to put Ted up for the night, Jim was staying over and it would be a hoot. He thanked them, but graciously declined.

At the airport, Ted changed his flight plan to Washington. Alberta would have to wait. If Pontiac was going to be able to pull this one off – he would need all the advance notice Ted could provide. During the overnight flight back east, he dreamed of snow and ice, but it didn’t chill him.