The image of Jake returned, one memory stepping on another.

But then the image of the old man's face returned to her.

But sleep would not touch me, and images from the day returned.

I rolled Rocket around, from sun to shadow and back again, but the image did not return.

His own image returned and there was a sense of puzzled humor.

The image that had formed in his mind returned, and he understood it.

He tried to adjust the controls, but the image wouldn't return.

These represented the first images of another planet ever returned from deep space.

This image of her would return, again and again, he knew, when she was gone.

Then the image of that face in the mirror returned to me.