I watched them walk off, out of the park, into the city.

He merely wanted to watch the sun rise out of the water.

For a moment he seemed quite alone, like a man watching a ship out of sight.

It was like watching something out of a science fiction movie.

They were instead watching something out of the monitor's view to the right.

He stood there and watched me out of the room.

I've been up there a few times looking for things in the old boxes, or watching the river out of the small window.

She watched him as though he were suddenly a spirit, not human any more, a voice out of the ground.

I watched him out of sight and then went back inside.

He came back on at four in the morning, and watched the sun rise out of the sea.