Jake stopped outside the door and got out his radio.

Jake stopped the spin for a second and nodded toward a United 747.

Someone at the table asked the question, but Jake didn't stop to figure out who it was.

At that point, hoping he hadn't heard right, Jake stopped.

Jake stopped, found a stone, and tossed it ahead of him.

Jake didn't stop to figure out what that might mean.

Halfway down the hallway, running for a secure phone line, Jake stopped and then turned back.

Jake took a few steps in the direction of the swing and stopped.

Jake stopped and blinked as though the thought had finally occurred to him.

Trying to duck the bitterly cold wind, she went inside quickly before Jake could stop her.