I instinctively followed the direction of his eyes, but I could see nothing unusual. 
Even though I looked in the same direction as he did, I did not observe anything weird.
I instinctively looked in a different direction than he did.
Bikes in a giant pile.
The child is in the snow.
The red-haired youth is blowing bubbles.
A man is standing on a baseball mitt.
The two women are jumping.
I have had discussions with many people outside of Texas.