The air rushing through the open cabin made conversation almost impossible.

Once he was gone, I locked the door and then went through the cabin carefully, doing just as he'd done.

His walk through the cabin brought back another flood of memories.

The answer was a soft laugh that whispered through the cabin.

It's a good thing for us it didn't come through the cabin.

He looked through the transparent cabin at the ground below.

He got up, moved through the cabin, climbed down onto the ground, and started in his direction.

He went through the cabin to the front door and latched it, too.

The others were rushing through the cabin now, voices raised in fear.