Back in the van, Mac stared at the empty duplex.

For a moment, Mac stared at them, feeling lonely and isolated.

Mac stared with interest at the massive bulk.

Mac stared into the night, watching the shifting shadows in the forests around him before he spoke.

Mac stared at his computer, his eyes still narrowed, working through the information that had come up so far.

Mac stared back at the stables, though, as he petted the animal, wondering if they were being watched now.

Another erotic slap sounded as Mac stared at her face.

Mac stared at his feet, then looked into his mother's eyes, anguished.

Belatedly, we realized that Mac was staring at us, and promised to explain everything later.

Mac stared at her a heartbeat longer, then suddenly, finally, nodded in the dark.