When Miller saw the fork in the road, he actually grinned.

Miller leaned in, saw the number, and sprinted toward the room.

Miller saw potential in the show and he optioned the rights.

Miller could see the kerchief clearly in his son's hand.

Miller squinted to one side of the light, but saw nothing.

Miller had never seen this course before Tuesday, when he followed his son's first practice round.

If Miller saw the girl on the horse who rode slowly down the street toward them, he paid no attention.

Miller saw her, but his attention was concentrated on the men before him.

Miller saw the end of the forward car moving.

Miller didn't see that return to the past necessarily happening.