Mark stared directly into the camera a lot, looking slightly stunned.

Mark, his aging face set like wood, stared at me.

Mark stared into the gap for long seconds, and saw nothing.

Mark stopped and stared at the Cadillac for a full minute.

Mark stared at her, yellow street lights illuminating the inside of the car.

Mark stared at the wild, glowing face just inches away.

Mark stared at him and watched his thick chest move.

One was black, the other silver, and Mark stared at them.

Mark had been staring at the object for nearly an hour.

As the contaminated water spread, Mark turned and stared at it.