Then she was walking backward, smiling at him, her arms still high.

In the middle of the street he turned, walking backward.

But then my feet started walking backward and I opened her door.

Then, without turning or taking his eyes from the group, he began walking backward down the path they had come.

His body remained the way it had been, and began walking backward toward the door.

I walked backward for a few steps, watching him head back to the station.

Instead he started walking backward, toward the open door of the garage.

"Stand well away from the door if you want to live," she called, still walking backward.

He walked backward to the side door and left the garage.

Then, begin walking backward, and lower the drum as you do so.