"What about Briars?" the coordinator asked. "Is he going to Briars?" "Oh man, I don't know," the campaign manager responded, left hand rubbing his jaw. "Briars is back this year?" "Yep," the coordinator confirmed, "with a rumored 4,000 possible voters." "Briars? Where's Briars?" the candidate interjected, walking up on the conversation. "Interesting question," the coordinator chuckled, smiling. "Briars is ... a town ... that," the campaign manager began haltingly. "Typically votes against us? Is prone to riot? What?" the candidate pressed. "That ... travels in and out of time," the campaign manager finished. "Pops in and out of existence on a kind of schedule. It's on the map this year." "Some say it's a fairy kingdom," the coordinator added, and they both turned to look at the candidate (waiting for a response). "Uh ... well, what the hell," the candidate whispered eventually, wondering if that feeling in his gut was a sense of foreboding or his lunch not settling well.