Kim Plunkett was sitting in her rocket on the side of the road. "I'm a Joker for Leading You" by The Snuffles was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her face and her toe and her arm. They were all there. That was good. Also, her foot was not coming off. That was good, too.
She felt pesky. She must have had quite a nap. What time is it? She looked at the clock. Four a.m. About what you'd expect, still on schedule. The nap had taken no time at all.
She looked out the window. There was a pond visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her rocket and took off down the road. "Gegogoby nogheyid," she thought to herself.