They go through the woods looking for a way out and find nothing.

The wood looked different than it had a moment ago.

Woods looked around and down at the ground, still only five hundred feet below.

He tried to imagine what the woods here had looked like before so many trees died.

Woods looked sharp for a man who said he did not practice much during his break.

Woods looked around the room and saw two or three officers watching him, trying not to show that they were.

He's spent half that time up in the woods working, or looking for supplies and work.

In the spring, the woods looked like a big, empty room.

Now the wood looks dark, and we would like to restore it to its earlier light color.

Woods is looking forward to answering all of those questions, and more.