Are You My Mummy?

Celty waited for the inevitable joke that someone had run off with his real head while he was sleeping and the mask was just a replacement, but it never came. Shingen just stared at her from behind the mask, breathing loudly. Celty waited, staring into the empty black eyes of the gas mask. She felt her hands clam up a little. [Never mind,] she wrote. [Forget I said anything.]