with every hour that passed , every forest and lake that appeared , drew near , and slipped away , the thought of the european he 'd killed grew in ramon 's mind , his presence sharpening pixel by pixel , becoming more real , until he could almost , almost , see him sitting in the copilot 's seat , that stupid look of dumb surprise at his own mortality still stamped on his big , pale face - and the more real his ghostly presence became , the deeper ramon 's hatred for him grew .