It was a giant human hand, searching around the room, feeling for something.

She moved her gaze to my left hand searching for a ring.

Her hand searched for the basket tucked under the bed.

Very slowly, she bent down, her hand searching for the poker by the bed.

His hand searched for the wall and then he continued on his way.

He felt the box and his hand searched for a button or a lever.

The baby's tiny hands searched - found one of his fingers, grabbed, and held.

His hand searched until it reached the bend in my arm and locked on.

A massive hand searched briefly for the telephone and found it.

His hand searched a moment, then closed slowly, forming a fist.