Jacob Munich was sitting in his Chevy Volt on the side of the road. "I'm a Floozy for Stalking You" by The Sighs was squawking on the radio. He turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, he felt for his eyelid and his Adam's apple and his belly button. They were all there. That was good. Also, his esophagus was not bulging. That was good, too.
He felt rugged. He must have had quite a nap. What time is it? He looked at the clock. One 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 countryside visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. He started up his Chevy Volt and took off down the road. "Kenoorube ludrosuk," he thought to himself.