Mark and I walk to the car - thirty seconds, it takes us!

Mark walked to the door and closed it, then saw my face.

Mark walked over and put an arm around her.

Mark seemed to relax, and finally walked into the study.

Mark walked over to the phone at the desk and picked it up.

I don't think anything of it until Mark walks toward the officer.

Mark had walked for hours, escaping from the tiny box of his office.

And I've no idea what Mark walked into this morning.

As if to make a point of not rubbing it in, Mark walked across the bridge with her.

Mark walked into the bathroom and drank water out of a paper cup.