Sulu blinked, unpleasant memories of past bar fights running through his head.

The memories run warm, then cold, a mix of nostalgia and dread.

Softly, she sang to him again, as memories ran through her mind like playful children.

This memory runs slower than the core clock speed.

The memory came back of losing it when some boys had teased her and run away with it.

My memories were running in a straight chronological line.

I'm truly his wife now, she thought, closing her eyes as memories of the previous night ran through her mind.

Among many, memories of the quake run deep.

Old memories ran through her like an icy river.

Yet her memories only run to the city station.