"This is crazy," Charles told himself as he waited under the bridge.

Edith could see that Shirley was a court jester. She tried not to smile.

For as long as Lawrence could remember, he'd wanted to be an architect.

David opened the door to the lounge room. He had dreamed of this moment.

The sound of the waves made Felix want to cry.

Vashei waited for the battle to begin.

It was a gloomy March evening. Cody was in the waiting room.

Timothy could feel his life slipping away.

As soon as the wedding started, Freddie lit a cigarette.

Ramona had invited an octopus to her party. She knew what to do.

Chad hoped that Allan was inert.

Brittany knew that the police officer was offensive.

Martha had come to France prepared. She was here to meet the choreographer.

When Kent arrived at his grand opening, Jack laughed at him.

There had never been a gladiator quite like Adrian Baker, and he knew it.

Mae was calling. She grimaced.

If the diplomat didn't arrive soon, Andy didn't know what he would do.

Patsy had been waiting for Terry for four days. She nodded to the florist.

Glynoo Doomhand raised his axe.

Fred was delighted to be alive.

Lady Wealdfell was eating in the kitchen.

The sage opened the door, and led Clyde inside.

Elizabeth fumbled in the gloom. The walls were crumbling.

The smoke coming from the stable made Delores hopeful.

Jay put down the guitar slowly.

The barn was spotless.

A sense of mystery was in the air. Rebecca opened the door.

Lord Bill was in one of his moods.

Whoen arose from slumber.

The rabbit was on the prowl. Vickie pretended not to notice.

As soon as Easter started, Daryl took a bite of his kebab.

Theresa walked into the wardrobe and glanced at Vincent. "You make me spin," she said.

It was a long way to the peak. Barry stopped and grinned.

It was a sad winter afternoon. Amber was in the attic.

After spending a night in hospital, Jeff was relieved to see his home.

It started like any other evening in the waiting room. Bobbi-Jo struggled to breathe.

Tracy took a sip of her chocolate milk. It was going to be a fantastic afternoon.

On Tuesday, Larry always made magic.

It was a quiet morning down by the stream.

If the game show host didn't arrive soon, Margie didn't know what she would do.

Alfredo had come to Heaven alone. He was here to meet the butcher.

When Cynthia arrived at her party, Harold laughed at her.

When Naomi arrived at her funeral, Caroline gasped.

Guy opened the door to the dining room. The silence was overwhelming.

"It's almost over," Steve told himself as he waited on the corner.

Virginia could tell that Lydia was a model. She tried not to laugh.

Sherri could see that Kimberly was despairing. She opened the door to the outhouse.

Ellen could see that the crab was slow.

It was a clear Monday night. Claire took a bite of her bagel as she led the magistrate into the office.

Charlie was crawling. He shuddered in anticipation.