Jackson had never strapped in, and stood to look around.

Three minutes later Jackson was standing in front of him.

He had turned, and Jackson had been standing there alone, with the others waiting a few feet away.

Jackson could now, in a sense, stand on her own and not be seen as a product of the family entertainment machine.

Jackson stood up and put on a pair of thick gloves.

Jackson stood up and spread his arms to show the entire sweep of the room.

Jackson was the quartermaster and standing only a few feet away.

Gradually the laughing died down, and soon Jackson was standing in front of him.

Jackson had entered the room and stood before him at a semblance of attention.

Jackson was standing by a window, a little to one side, looking absently down into the street.