(soft footfalls) (receptionist:) Dr Stewart.

Thanks, Abbs. (footfalls inside house)

Barbie, let's go. (footfalls departing)

Landmines await the footfall of a child.

(footfalls approaching) Son of a bitch.

'And on her footfall, in rustle of leaves...

'And on her footfall, in rustle of leaves...

(running footfalls) What the fuck did you do?

I had to. I'll explain later. [Gentle footfall]

I do not favor fleeing like rabbits at imagined footfall of hunter.