After a time I looked up at the warrior who had captured me.

He looked hard at the warrior, then shrugged his shoulders.

The young woman took her hands from the wheel and looked at the warrior.

She looked up at the tall warrior walking beside her and smiled.

The little boy did not flinch, but stared back at the warrior.

The old man's eyes had opened and he seemed to be staring at the warrior.

When he ran out of words he looked up at the warrior.

Becky looked down at the wounded warrior as she passed.

My eyes accustomed themselves to the dim room and I looked down at the tired warrior.

He looked at the young warrior beside him, his eyes full of guile.