But then he turned to look out at the dead wood before us.

Then he looked down at the wood in his hand.

His eyes are quite green, as if from too much looking at the wood.

Teddy came back to earth and looked at the wood in his hand.

On the third, halfway across the river, she turned back to look at the wood.

I stood looking at the wood of it against my nose.

He glanced at Woods and saw the concern on his face.

"Your lot up at the wood aren't the only ones."

He looked at Woods, his eyes brighter than they had been one minute before.

She sat and stared at the black, burned wood for a long time.