"But I do say, Winston. If Sheriff Stryder does not win the election, there is something seriously wrong with this town," Kaleb mused.
"Yes, Master Rochester, you're quite right," the driver mused, not interjecting with his own political opinions.
The covered wagon made its way down the dirt road at a brisk pace, passing many trees and foliage on either side of the road, along with the occasional house. This seemed to be a largely residential area near the outskirts of town. The people here were very friendly, and occasionally, a resident would wave at the wagon from their yard as they carried out garden work or did whatever it was people did in their yards on a bright, sunshiny day.
"In any case, I must say that I am worried about the post off-"
"WOOOOAH, Nelly!" Winston interrupted his master, slowing his horses abruptly. The wagon shook from the jolt of the sudden halt, and Kaleb nearly went flying through the partition that separated his area of the wagon from the driver's seat ahead.
"What the devil was that?" Kaleb asked, peering through the partion.
"It's Sheriff Stryder," Winston revealed, getting out of the wagon at once. Kaleb did the same, and they rushed up to Jay. Kaleb knelt before him, checking his pulse.
"Get him some water at once," Kaleb ordered.
"Yes, Master Rochester," Winston replied, turning and running towards the covered wagon to grab a canteen.
"Jay, wake up," Kaleb insisted, lightly slapping at his face. However; something was off. His clothes were strange... Like the ones he wore in that dream I kept having. Kaleb put this out of his mind, more worried about the state of his friend right now. What happened to you?
Elsewhere in this illusion, there was a gentle brook beside some trees. Water flowed softly from it, through the foliage. There did not seem to be any people around, but many a forest animal approached the brook for water, and there did seem to be fish hopping along in the body of water. Many a rock threatened to disrupt the water as well, forcing the water to take at times somewhat unusual paths around them.
It was near this brook that a small rip in the fabrics of the illusion appeared in the sky.
Kaleb continued eating his cake, seemingly unaware of Jay and Halsey. On the wall, a clock struck 12:02. Elsewhere, within the Guardian HQ, an observant party would possibly realize that there were others present. The abandoned Guardian HQ was not so abandoned after all, and every once in awhile a laugh could be heard there, a rising magic signature there. However; thus far, Halsey would not have seen anyone else besides Kaleb and Jay.