Tom has been missing for three years.

My dog has been missing for three days.

Aquaman is missing and presumed dead.

My dear little cat has been missing for a week.

Fadil has now been missing for thirty hours.

Wael Ghonim ghonim from Google Middle East is missing since Thursday.

He is considered missing.

Don't worry though they have disappeared, any open windows are still active (just take a look at the task list!).

Six months later it's still gone.

Global bipolarity had not yet vanished.

The lost boy was identified by his clothes.

She thinks she's dreaming, but she's not.

When the police arrived, the thieves had disappeared.

The lost boy was identified by his clothes.

I cannot guarantee that all such bandits that festered in the Contestado may have disappeared, but the mission entrusted to the Army is now accomplished.

She's gorgeous. She obviously loves him. She's conflicted.

And he published it. It wasn't locked up and disappeared.

The boy who had been missing was identified by his clothes.

She's holding out that cheap Kmart purse, and she is wielding it.

But you know, she's doing no, she's good at some things but if she's cooking, you know, she's dealing with people on the phone, she's talking to the kids, she's painting the ceiling, she's doing open heart surgery over here.

It's buying it.

And then that's her over there.

So here it is.

It s already flattening out.

She's exaggerating.

She's worried.

She is fine.

It's close...

She is unconscious.

Here she is!

Is she all right?

Is she all right?

She is wrong.

She is wrong.

She is crying.

She is happy.

She is growing tall.

She's depressed.

She is having dinner.

She is dead.

She is eating.

Is she sleeping?

She's unconscious.

She's turning red.

She is talking.