Across great mountain ranges the travelers moved, down swollen rivers and past burned villages.

When a traveler is moving across desert by night, he hears strange voices calling his name.

Again the silent travelers moved single file along this branch of the tunnel.

The remaining traveler starts a fire to melt the ice, and moves the individuals over to a submarine.

The three travelers moved through the forest under a clear, clean sky.

Under night's dark veil the travelers moved with quick stealth.

Late in the day, under a pomegranate sky, a traveler moved along the beach and entered an arch before the temple.

If a traveler moved right along, he could pick up hours of extra time.

On the second day the travelers could barely move, let alone ride.

Few travelers moved on the road, but it was winter, and cold.