Joey started to turn, looking back and up - and beheld the impossible from the corner of his eye.

Joey started to raise the 20-gauge, which felt like a ton weight in his arms.

Joey started to descend the stairs two at a time, then realized that caution was still required.

Out on the porch, Joey had started on his second beer.

"I'm going to get a glass of water," Joey said, and started to open the front door.

The voice of reason was penetrating the drink and Joey started to calm.

Joey started talking in a sing-song voice, as if he was telling a story to a bunch of little children.

Then Joey started warming up, and this big roar came out of the organ.

Joey tapped my leg and started to move away.

Joey picked up a Sports Illustrated magazine from three years ago and started to read.