Together, she and Angel walked toward the double doors.

Angel walked purposefully towards a ruined church near the river.

Angel was walking around the backyard, wide feet slapping in the mud.

Beside me, Angel was walking with her head down, her little feet dragging.

Angel walks away, pleased that his son has a new life filled with the love and happiness he lacked.

Angel walked over to the machines and checked the engine bays.

Angels walk in, he grinned, where fools fear to tread.

The Angel of Death slips the photo in a pocket, turns and walks away.

Angel walks in on the meeting and tells them that Spike is a large problem, and then leaves.

Angel walks into the shadows (as in his very first appearance), saying with a smile, "I ain't getting any older."