Michael got to his feet and turned to the doctor behind him.

Every time a car turned a corner behind them, he reported it.

A second man turned to busy himself with something behind him.

He turned for the door, the two guards again before and behind him.

He stood and turned toward the window behind his desk.

She was simply there when he turned round, about ten feet behind him.

He turned his head to the man behind the bar.

The white men turned at the sound of this new factor behind them.

At least not until he turned and looked behind him.

Just short of the rest room, I turned and glanced behind me.