After a few minutes they saw the flashlight beam again.

I still remember the moment when the flashlight beam played on me.

From above or the side, a flashlight beam is wide.

He held it up in front of the flashlight beam and showed me.

In the white beam of her flashlight, she read the message.

But, as I moved toward the flashlight beam, it changed.

He was looking down at where his flashlight beam hit the snow.

Jack pulled one out and put the flashlight beam on it.

She pointed the flashlight beam toward room six, one floor below.

She waited for the flashlight beam to come back on.