The man in gray leaned to the outside and craned his neck.

The little man craned his neck as they slid to a halt in the station.

The men at the outer door craned inward, unable to believe what they saw.

He pointed and the man craned his neck to get a better look at Remo.

The two men craned forward, examined the map carefully and then sat back.

The man was craning his neck at the city bus, now less than a block away and closing fast.

The men craned their necks and considered the young woman they were gathered over.

The man at the wheel craned his neck to see.

The old man glared at her, then craned his neck to see up and down the road.

The old man craned his head around and nodded.