Listen for heavy footsteps around the summer of 2000.

He stood at the bottom of the north stairs and listened for footsteps.

First she went to the door and listened for footsteps.

I stopped to listen for footsteps, but heard nothing.

He listened for footsteps, heard none, and opened another bin.

Tate listened for footsteps on the ground floor but heard nothing.

He'd left it cracked so he could listen for footsteps.

Three times she passed the door which was her destination, waiting, listening for footsteps.

I couldn't stop even to listen for footsteps behind me.

Silence but for unsteady footsteps making their way past our door.