Romeo Hopper was sitting in his Cougar on the side of the road. "I'm an Airhead for Suing You" by The Sighs was squawking on the radio. He turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, he felt for his front tooth and his shin and his tail. They were all there. That was good. Also, his belly button was not turning red. That was good, too.
He felt weird. He must have had quite a nap. What time is it? He looked at the clock. Three 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 plateau visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. He started up his Cougar and took off down the road. "Toocizula koquugook," he thought to himself.