Roger stood without moving, wondering at the beauty of what he saw.

Roger stood as though he'd been carved out of wood.

Roger slowly went downstairs after her and stood by the telephone.

Roger stood, trying to pull her sword out of his body.

Roger stood and came around to hold her chair.

Advancing to the nurses' station, Roger stood for a moment and just watched.

Roger was standing at the door of the room.

Roger rose to his feet, restless, and stood poking the fire.

Roger stood a distance from the three, partly facing them.

Roger stood on the slope above the house, looking around.