Her mind flew back rapidly to the theaters she had been to.

His mind, like a hawk, flew over those eyes and did not let her escape.

Your minds, and particularly that of Blake, fly to violence.

Her mind flew like a bird from one rooftop to the next.

His mind was flying in a hundred different directions.

My mind flew in several directions at once, quite uselessly, completely out of control.

I have a hard time finding - my mind doesn't fly directly to anything in that category.

Already her mind had flown instinctively to thoughts of escape.

My mind flew back to her anguish at the cemetery the day before.

His mind flew back across more than thirty of them.