Superman! He remembered that. He remembered Superman. And Ernie was squinting at him. He couldn't obviously tell how clear he was, if he had any features yet, if he had a face, or what he was wearing. He didn't know what he'd be wearing. What he'd died in? Or something else- he hoped something else, but judging from the other school ghosts it would be.
Clearly he hadn't taken on that much of a form if Ernie had to ask. He mustered as much energy as he could, drinking in the way Ernie was looking at him, the interest and the genuine concern.