He was in his car.
We spent a few days in a hotel
My flatmate was in at the time
She looked up anxiously as he came in
We'd be watching every plane coming in from Melbourne
She thought of the tide rushing in, covering the wet sand
The light in the window went out
I couldn't bear to see my reflection in the mirror
He was a big man, smartly dressed in a suit and tie.
His legs were covered in mud.