Katie Shepard was sitting in her tricycle on the side of the road. "I'm a Barbarian for Messing with You" by The Snorts was squawking on the radio. She turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, she felt for her ego and her hair and her brain. They were all there. That was good. Also, her beard was not getting hot. That was good, too.
She felt muscular. She must have had quite a nap. What time is it? She looked at the clock. Seven 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 garden visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. She started up her tricycle and took off down the road. "Pulesunu naquagig," she thought to herself.