Shelly yelled, bouncing the monk's head off the floor like a Wiffle ball.

I could have turned that poor monk's head.

Chris could catch a glimpse on either side of the monk's head of a flare of light, but no more.

Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether.

The eyes closed, once more Monk's head reposed upon the pillow.