Clover strolls down a country lane.
Clover: Now where shall I go?

The sun shines through the trees.
Clover: The whole world is open to me!

Clover grimaces.
Clover: Of course, I shouldn't wander TOO long...
Clover: I do have a life to get back to...

Clover continues, nervous.
Clover: So I just have to figure out where it went, find it, and return.
Clover: Preferably within a month.
Clover (uneasily): Easy.