Chum Nagy was sitting in his van on the side of the road. "I'm a Chump for Trying to control You" by The Shrugs was squawking on the radio. He turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, he felt for his gall bladder and his front tooth and his toe. They were all there. That was good. Also, his adrenal gland was not stiffening. That was good, too.
He felt decisive. He must have had quite a nap. What time is it? He looked at the clock. Six 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 neighborhood visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. He started up his van and took off down the road. "Nomujakoo lochoofil," he thought to himself.