Joey and Clara, stand about ten feet back from the door.

I had trouble seeing, but got the sense that Joey and Rick were standing over the man.

Joey pushed a button on the side of the desk, then stood and paced around the room.

Joey just stood and watched, unable to believe, as people jumped up from their seats.

I looked down and back toward the kitchen where Joey stood in the shadows.

Joey stood and walked to the kitchen phone.

Joey was standing next to the house, holding the Glock on the man whose face he had just blown off.

And, all the while, Joey just stood there looking at me.

Joey came up and stood beside him, arms folded on the railing.

Joey was standing just outside, gazing in at her.