The monks stopped chanting, got up and went with the police.

The monk in front of them stopped just outside, gesturing for the hostages to go in.

The driver started to elaborate, but the monk had heard enough and stopped him with an upraised palm.

The monks stop them anyway to examine the cargo.

Finally, after taking a number of twists and turns, the monk stopped at a plain, unassuming door.

Once inside, Hunter and the monk stopped and took a minute to catch their breath.

Then the monk stopped and turned and spoke again.

The monk had stopped to see whether she would follow or not.

Just when I concluded we were lost, the monk stopped, pushed open a side door and prodded me in.

The monk stopped and closed his eyes, drifting off.