What happens to the spirit when it becomes separated from lifeless body? Ghostly: it may try to retain a grasp on the known world but how could it escape the immensity of loneliness? Seldom seen, barely remembered, a new communal togetherness might be achieved by transforming into pixie or sprite. Better there are rumours of sprightly battle groups being formed to counter the rampaging, zombie regiments and so offer protection of those civilized standards which imprinted progress onto our previous life. Here the rising spirit faces into the uncertainty of growing into such a strange, and terrifyingly, different form - the flesh still held pallid by the finality of death, and the eyes reddened by remembrance of things lost. Sadness prevails, and the spirit is torn by memories of goodness lost and of future ambiguity. Bleakness presides but within a prospect of service. This image began its existence as a doll of discarded merit; its form brutalised, the head torn free. Yet the eyes of richest blue and the surround of pink skin were still retentive of previous beautiful grace. In this torn condition the photographed head began a torturous journey, firstly into Painter for the colours to be changed. There the eyes became red, and the flesh green. Next it was taken into GIMP - a way station - as it journeyed into Ultra Fractal for storage via the image import feature. Within UF a transform was applied to distort the image into a slightly pixyish shape before being duplicated onto a second layer. The two layers then combined interactively by applying a suitable colour mode to the upper layer for the fleshy greenness to give way to the neutrality which now prevails. The image was next rendered as a jpeg at the intended size before its return to Painter for final sharpening and for that slightest black/green gradient to be applied. The entire exercise took about two and a half hours to complete.