Jake followed suit and entered the turnstile twenty feet behind the other man.

On impulse, Jake stood at the end of the line and followed them into the museum.

Keeping half a block between himself and them, Jake followed.

Jake followed them to the blacksmith and waited on the street to see just where they might be heading.

Jake had followed Mia into a room like that, once upon a time and in a dream.

Odo glanced back, to make sure Jake was not following.

Jake set his face on neutral and followed Bashir into the planning room.

Jake thanked the chief and followed the lieutenant through the smoke.

Jake, now feeling at least a tickle of hope, mounted up and followed.

Jake followed her glance, saw the 489 and his guard.