Peter walked quickly up Michigan Avenue. Lacking his troll body to scare off
potential muggers, he kept his head up and tried to move with confidence, 
thinking that if he could look confident, the world would think he had reason to 
be. Maybe that did the trick, for no one bothered him. But Peter found the whole 
experience very strange. For so long he’d worn his metahuman flesh as a badge of
anger and strength. Now, he felt exposed, naked, and weak, not because of how he saw himself, but because of how he thought the world saw him.