Kendra Kuta was sitting in her Nissan Versa on the side of the road. "I'm a Goose for Investigating You" by The Giggles was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her scalp and her shin and her esophagus. They were all there. That was good. Also, her tooth was not freaking out. That was good, too.
She felt loving. 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 backyard visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her Nissan Versa and took off down the road. "Kelofooto jokrocoot," she thought to herself.