Peering into the passenger compartment, I noticed about ten of Lincoln's cops sweeping their way through the train's interior.
I saw that several of Lincoln's cops were in the train.
I was in the passenger compartment when I saw Lincoln's cops.
A kid sits in front of his computer, enjoying his fast Verizon internet.
A man in a blue shirt is juggling spoons.
A small tea party is happening in the garden.
There is nothing interesting to find in the Kidron Valley.
A child is inside watching TV.
Mr. Wells is here for you now.