Poor Tony's post-seizure prowl
It’s a good thing you can’t see what you look like, though.
Context
A one-sentence paragraph, dropped by the narrator into Poor Tony's post-seizure euphoria like a coin into a well. His ruined body is veiled from exactly one person, its owner: where Joelle's veil hides a face from the world, PT's is hidden only from himself; everyone else — the paramedic, the pedestrians, Matty at the window — can see.