Molly Barnes was sitting in her Suburu Forester on the side of the road. "I'm an Egomaniac for Teasing You" by The Jeers was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her tummy and her cheek and her neck. They were all there. That was good. Also, her neck was not shimmering. That was good, too.
She felt distressed. 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 peninsula visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her Suburu Forester and took off down the road. "Tyjiwetoo duthygej," she thought to herself.