A dark figure ran from a door half way down the building.

I could see him now, a dark figure in the hall.

He saw a dark figure over by the window, and lay down again.

In a moment the door opened, and a dark figure appeared.

One last time the dark figure called out, speaking a single name.

I saw a dark figure moving slowly toward the tree house.

He was near it when suddenly a dark figure rose from the ground.

He stood once again in a quiet field, his eyes on one still, dark figure who did not leave.

He could hardly hear the dark figure at all now.

The dark figure came out from the under the bridge.