_Then the photograph episode came, as reported in Chapter IV._ Then it went on (Feda talking, of course, all the time):-- He says he has been trying to go to somebody, and see somebody he used to know. He's not related to them, and the name begins with S. It's a gentleman, he says, and he can't remember, or can't tell Feda the name, but it begins with S. He was trying to get to them, but is not sure that he succeeded. O. J. L.--Did he want to? He says it was only curiosity; but he likes to feel that he can look up anybody. But he says, if they take no notice, I shall give up soon, only I just like to see what it feels like to be looking at them from where I am. O. J. L.--Does he want to say anything more about his house or his clothes or his body? Oh yes. He is bursting to tell you. He says, my body's very similar to the one I had before. I pinch myself sometimes to see if it's real, and it is, but it doesn't seem to hurt as much as when I pinched the flesh body. The internal organs don't seem constituted on the same lines as before. They can't be quite the same. But to all appearances, and outwardly, they are the same as before. I can move somewhat more freely, he says. Oh, there's one thing, he says, I have never seen anybody bleed. O. J. L.--Wouldn't he bleed if he pricked himself? He never tried it. But as yet he has seen no blood at all. O. J. L.--Has he got ears and eyes? Yes, yes, and eyelashes, and eyebrows, exactly the same, and a tongue and teeth. He has got a new tooth now in place of another one he had--one that wasn't quite right then. He has got it right, and a good tooth has come in place of the one that had gone. He knew a man that had lost his arm, but he has got another one. Yes, he has got two arms now. He seemed as if without a limb when first he entered the astral, seemed incomplete, but after a while it got more and more complete, until he got a new one. He is talking of people who have lost a limb for some years. O. J. L.--What about a limb lost in battle? Oh, if they have only just lost it, it makes no difference, it doesn't matter; they are quite all right when they get here. But I am told--he doesn't know this himself, but he has been told--that when anybody's blown to pieces, it takes some time for the spirit-body to complete itself, to gather itself all in, and to be complete. It dissipated a certain amount of substance which is undoubtedly theric, theric--etheric, and it has to be concentrated again. The _spirit_ isn't blown apart, of course,--he doesn't mean that,--but it has an effect upon it. He hasn't seen all this, but he has been inquiring because he is interested. O. J. L.--What about bodies that are burnt?