The nurse knelt beside him and gently asked, 'where does it hurt' before examining the wound.

As the sun set over the unfamiliar town, I whispered, where are we going?

When my friend noticed the child alone at the playground, she bent down and softly asked, 'where are your parents'.

Faced with a filthy task no one wanted, Mary shrugged and quoted, "where there's muck there's brass," because she knew the pay would be good.

We spent the misty morning hunting where the ducks are, stepping softly through the marsh to avoid startling them.

If you want to land a job in tech, you should hunt where the ducks are and target companies that actually hire for your skills.

Sitting by the window while my children laugh in the yard, I murmured, 'where are the snows of yesteryear,' struck by how quickly life slips by.

After we went over the exact same issues and apologies for the third time, this is where we came in.

I had been reading the minutes for hours; this is where I came in with the correction about the figures.

After years of traveling, she finally realized that home is where the heart is, and settled back in the little coastal town she loved.