Moira Matarazzo sat up reluctantly in her bunk. "Is there some reason I should go?" This was Moira’s first extensive period off-camera, after months as the campaign’s media spokeswoman. The normally meticulous Moira now sported a ratted mess of hair, chapped lips, furry eyebrows, wrinkled cotton pajamas. The evil glitter under her champagne-puffed eyelids could have scared a water moccasin. "Because I will go if it’s required, but I don’t really see why I should ," Moira whined. "Roadblocks can be dangerous. "