Cody Zimmer was sitting in his Dodge Viper on the side of the road. "I'm a Fuddy-duddy for Ignoring You" by The Beams was squawking on the radio. He turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, he felt for his thyroid gland and his paw and his scalp. They were all there. That was good. Also, his toe was not dripping. That was good, too.
He felt radiant. He must have had quite a nap. What time is it? He looked at the clock. Eleven 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 mountaintop visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. He started up his Dodge Viper and took off down the road. "Cootifupoo peplysel," he thought to himself.