Lilya Schwarz was sitting in her Chevrolet Belair on the side of the road. "You're a Bonehead for Cozying up to Me" by The Clenched fists was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her esophagus and her foot and her shoulder. They were all there. That was good. Also, her rib was not relaxing. That was good, too.
She felt apoplectic. She must have had quite a nap. What time is it? She looked at the clock. Ten 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 seashore visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her Chevrolet Belair and took off down the road. "Jepycoomoo teshoozuj," she thought to herself.