But with the end of the school year approaching, the reporters began returning.

The reporter turned back and began walking briskly in that direction.

As the reporters began to take their chairs, others arrived.

The camera light went on and the reporter began to pepper me with shotgun questions.

Ten minutes into his remarks to the news media, several local reporters began to leave the room - they had heard it all before.

While waiting for the N57 bus back to the home, a reporter began whistling.

The reporters were beginning to wonder if anyone was left alive on board.

The reporters turned to face their cameras and began to report on what everyone watching had just seen live.

In the silence that followed, the reporter began to walk off.

In the years that followed, though, reporters began coming around.