A man was standing just inside the front door looking at her.

The outside door must look just like the face of the rock.

A door across the street looked right again, where before it hadn't.

Mary was standing by the door looking at the bed.

He stood for a full minute in the door just looking at me.

He reached behind him to shut the door, looking at me first to make sure I didn't mind.

Once inside, he pulled the door shut behind him and looked around.

The door looked as if no one had gone in there or out for ages.

The doors didn't look as if they'd been used in years.

I get ten kids a year knocking on my door looking for work.