Blackfeather Woods the green mile

She did not remember much of her life before this, but she remembered that there had been a life. She had had emotions, once, and they flooded back to her seemingly suddenly as she was once more in the form of a living creature. She was still, however, looking 'round with unseeing eyes and yet seeing all sorts of things — colours, auras. Touch provided there was one sibling that she could find, and one safe haven underneath which she could crawl and huddle up to. Many thoughts flit through her mind, remnants of an old life, remnants of what had once been, but by the minute that she was once more on this plane of feeling and being these thoughts departed from her to replace more basal thoughts such as 'what am I doing here' or 'what is this place' or 'what are these others around me'.

Soon weariness made it so that she caved in and the little ghost remained tightly by her mother's side, drifting off with less and less previous-life thoughts and more and more this-life thoughts.