Lily Jankowski was sitting in her Dodge Dart on the side of the road. "I'm a Wraith for Poking You" by The Flutters was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her funny bone and her nose and her waist. They were all there. That was good. Also, her collarbone was not petrifying. That was good, too.
She felt freakish. She must have had quite a nap. What time is it? She looked at the clock. Eleven 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 circus tent visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her Dodge Dart and took off down the road. "Jybihyloo mipruwup," she thought to herself.