The airport shuttle on the runway.

I used to watch her from my kitchen window, she seemed so small as she shuttled her way through the crowd of boys on the playground.

She said that while in Dakar, she sometimes had to shuttle from office to office to find pieces of law that could not be found online.

Nothing to do and outside bright girls hurry through the morning, sun on their heads, time on their hands.

On one hand, the player is moving through a big complex where something terrible happened.