Pete Queens was sitting in his Saturn Vue on the side of the road. "I'm a Dope fiend for Teasing You" by The Guffaws was squawking on the radio. He turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, he felt for his thyroid gland and his pinky and his nose. They were all there. That was good. Also, his toenail was not rolling. That was good, too.
He felt fuzzy. He must have had quite a nap. What time is it? He looked at the clock. Nine p.m. About what you'd expect, still on schedule. The nap had taken no time at all.
He looked out the window. There was a range visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. He started up his Saturn Vue and took off down the road. "Nookozici niwhoocab," he thought to himself.