The road below raced backward at terrific speed.

The fake cops were racing backward down the hallway, evil grins of anticipation on their faces.

I checked mine and saw the digital readouts racing backward.

The second-counter on the screen sprang into life, digits racing backward toward zero.

But even the meditation could not stop his mind from racing backward in time.

The reversal had been imperfect because he had stood separate, instead of racing backward through his own involvement.

The red picket fence was racing backward through the edge of her headlight beams.

The tiny figures raced backward, lost in another dimension.

They twinkled all over the hull in patterns that raced backward and forward and disappeared.

With sirens blaring, both car and van raced backward against the flow of traffic.