Rose and Jack stared at him, each waiting for the other to speak.

Jack stared at her, and he felt a weight lifting off his whole being.

Jack lay back down again and stared at the ceiling.

Jack stared at the phone for a second or two before hanging it up.

To his right, Jack simply stared straight ahead, not seeing much of anything.

Jack stared at that for a long time, feeling cold.

Jack stared at him, unable to form the words he wanted to say.

Jack was still staring in shock at the three items upon the floor.

Jack stared at his friend for a moment, then remembered.

Jack stared at her as she looked up into his face.