A bright finger of light swept along the road, passed over them and kept going.

His finger passed into the picture, and he felt the wetness of the water.

As his fingers passed he could see them plainly for a moment or two.

Instinctively he reached out, felt his fingers pass through something cool and soft.

His fingers passed through her flesh as if she were water.

She reached out to take my hand, but her fingers passed through it.

His fingers passed through the client's body and caught the web of the soul.

His fingers passed through the arm and touched cold bone.

This was right after her fingers had passed over the mouth of the glass.

Her fingers closed on it, but passed right through it.