Safety in the dark, cold city was on my mind as the van moved toward Manhattan.

Though the van moved slowly, it drove past my tree and continued along the street.

The van moved a few feet forward and she heard the door rattle again.

By the time he reached the car park, the vans had moved off.

As the vans move right over to pass them one of the men gives the team the finger.

The van pulled out of the yard and moved off.

The chief let out the clutch and the van moved away.

Once again, the van moved, this time driving back to the players' parking lot.

The van moved slowly along the street in my direction.

The car doors slammed again, and then the van was moving forward.