>Polychronics could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be polychronics anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE POLYCHRONICS" he thought.

>Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as his $9 watch's electricity circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of late people after dark. "With a clock, you can time anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.