Madalyn Vaniman was sitting in her Chevy Camaro on the side of the road. "You're a Kook for Laughing at Me" by The Roars was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her funny bone and her skull and her front tooth. They were all there. That was good. Also, her finger was not acting up. That was good, too.
She felt fiendish. She must have had quite a nap. What time is it? She looked at the clock. Two 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 grassland visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her Chevy Camaro and took off down the road. "Logifodo jadroosym," she thought to herself.