It was a clear Thursday evening. Cynthia was under the mountain.

The lounge room was flooded.

Richard had been expecting Wade for five days. He sucked his teeth.

Katrina was waiting. She took a bite of her apple.

Jaime had come to London alone. He was here to meet the bodyguard.

It was a wild, stormy autumn night. Helen took a sip of her Powerade as she led the florist into the bathroom.

Venee shielded his eyes against the sun.

Marshall crouched and tied his laces.

Ricky was the best inventor bar none.

The tax collector opened the door, and led Julio inside.

On Wednesday, Hector made the team.

Going to the island was a good idea. Sarah-Jane checked her reflection.

The bunny was on the prowl. Bertha knew exactly what to do.

Lady Heather was in one of her moods.

Alan felt that Joshua was scornful.

Javier was suprised to be free.

The sound of the lawnmower made June angry.

As soon as Easter started, Marvin chewed some gum.

When Nancy arrived at her wedding, everyone welcomed her.

Someone had invited a pig to the grand opening. Sandra knew what to do.

Charlie could see that Billy was a percussionist. He tried not to smile.

Victoria had never been to the sea. She giggled to herself.

Marjorie could feel her life slipping away.

It started like any other morning in Canada. Jamie smiled knowingly.

If the bricklayer didn't arrive soon, Steve didn't know what he would do.

Clayton could see that Francis was individualistic. He opened the door to the basement.

Rosemary could see that the eagle was focused.

When rain began, Marshall knew it was time to sleep.

"They know it was me," Salvador told himself as he waited in the chapel.

The dining room was spotless.

Dolores had invited an otter to Thanksgiving. She knew the fun was about to begin.

Rafael opened the door to the sauna. The stench was overwhelming.

Ethel knew that the pirate was unstable.

Brees shielded her eyes against the light.

Manuel staggered in the gloom. The walls were crumbling.

It was a bitterly cold Saturday afternoon. Ana closed her eyes and took a breath as she led the sheepshearer into the attic.

It was a glorious afternoon. Eric was in the shower.

There had never been a juggler quite like Ellen Harris, and she knew it.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the pond.

Geraldine was suprised to be alive.

Erik had come to Paris prepared. He was here to meet the receptionist.

After spending a night under a bridge, Diane was relieved to see her boss.

Tyrone was glad that Samuel was coming to Thanksgiving.

Charlene was in the observatory. She had a spatula in her hand.

Theresa enjoyed the feeling of power. It was going to be a tough evening.

The wolf had escaped. Leon panicked.

April opened the door to the control room. She shrugged.

Jared hoped that Charlie was dismayed.

Auzoa leaned into the wind.

For as long as Dolores could remember, she'd wanted to be a guitarist.