Smoke was in the air. Alberto opened the door.

When rain began, Claude knew it was time to move on.

The bright light coming from the laundry made Ashley uneasy.

Jill opened the door to the studio. The odour was overwhelming.

Victor walked into the cell and looked at Margaret. "You make me run," he said.

It was a typical night in the bomb-shelter. Leslie took a long sip of his Guinness.

The kitchen was dark and oddly quiet.

Clara was delighted to be alive.

Lord Dennis was in one of his moods.

As soon as the grand opening started, Beverly went over the plan.

Armando was the best marine around.

Going to the planet was a great idea. Viola shrugged.

Victoria could see that Judy was a criminal. She tried not to feel intimidated.

On Thursday, Deanna always made art.

Raxeorin Faithmouth raised her axe.

"All's well that ends well," Bartholomew told himself as he waited in the office.

For as long as Ella could remember, she'd wanted to be a chief of police.

Ronald could see that Marcus was fanciful. He opened the door to the attic.

There had never been a dressmaker quite like Claire Thomp son, and she knew it.

Christian put down the skateboard nervously.

Juan fumbled in the darkness. The walls were sticky.

Veronica felt that Rita was dejected.

When Russell arrived at Christmas, everyone stared in disbelief.

The sound of the helicopter leaving made Bertha laugh.

Marcia had invited a farmer to her wedding. She knew the fun was about to begin.

When Herman arrived at Thanksgiving, Adrian ignored him.

After spending a night on the street, Nellie was relieved to see her car.

Oernaewyn shielded her eyes against the blast.

As soon as the funeral started, Hugh rubbed his hands together.

It was a long way to the cave. Peter stopped and questioned his plan.

It was a busy January afternoon. Ellen was on the bus.

Lori opened the door to the dungeon. She had dreamed of this moment.

The smell coming from the walk-in freezer made Bruce hopeful.

Love was in the air. Theresa opened the door.

Weneewyn waited for the battle to begin.

The lamb was on the prowl. Byron pretended not to notice.

Eileen lit a cigarette. It was going to be a long night.

Jill was crying. She looked at the time.

"Maybe no one will notice," Darryl told himself as he waited under the bed.

Erika put down the skateboard nervously.

Vivian had been waiting for Ruth for three days. She wanted to find peace.

Julian could not feel anything.

Ixu Oathfist raised his shield.

On Sunday, Pamela made a statement.

Eugene was the best burglar in town.

Glenn had come to Spain prepared. He was here to meet the herald.

Going to the gully was a terrible idea. Richard took a bite of his icecream.

Sandra was delighted to be alive.

Brian could see that Mario was critical. He opened the door to the dungeon.

Gedorick shielded his eyes against the light.