Belle Morgan was sitting in her ATV on the side of the road. "You're a Dork for Outrunning Me" by The Shouts was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her nose and her heart and her eye. They were all there. That was good. Also, her hoof was not waving. That was good, too.
She felt spunky. She must have had quite a nap. What time is it? She looked at the clock. One 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 housing development visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her ATV and took off down the road. "Budyvamoo mothezyd," she thought to herself.