Rainy, **where's** my chopper?

"Why, **where's** Eureka?" cried Dorothy, suddenly.

So **where's** the pen?

**Where's** the package of cigarettes?

"And **where's** the fur cloak?" asked Dolokhov.

**Where's** that one you gave me for my birthday last year?

'Now then, **where's** your chief's quarters?'

**Where's** the mine that everyone is so concerned about?

"**Where's** your old man?" she asked.

**Where's** the suicide note?

And **where's** her... unmentionables?

"No, Jonny, Sofi's—" "**Where's** Jenn?"

Now, **where's** my reward?

**Where's** your country bumpkin?

"**Where's** the Elder?" demanded Rostov in a loud voice.

"**Where's** the thermometer?" he asked, his focus still on Destiny.

**Where's** Julie in all this?

The mall; **where's** the mall from here?

"**Where's** Jonny?" he demanded.

"**Where's** your bodyguard?" he demanded.

"**Where's** Fred?" he managed to say, trying his best to keep his voice casual.

**Where's** Fred off to?

So, **where's** Darren, golfing with Larry Tate?

**Where's** Jeffrey Byrne now?

"Bianca, **where's** Jenn?" he demanded.

"**Where's** your master?" she prodded at his silence.

The one night she'd been too tired to check on her cousins before bed … "**Where's** my phone, Brandon?"

"**Where's** Ashley?" she called after him.

You know, I think, my dear... let them be taken... **where's** the hurry?