José Lucas was sitting in his Firebird on the side of the road. "I'm a Savage for Scaring You" by The Twitches was squawking on the radio. He turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, he felt for his adrenal gland and his knee and his calf. They were all there. That was good. Also, his abdomen was not unwinding. That was good, too.
He felt fascinating. 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 treetop visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. He started up his Firebird and took off down the road. "Bucyzydy dofroral," he thought to himself.