Its lone occupant was a bent old man behind the desk, obviously the concierge.

Golden, too, was the attire of the room's lone occupant.

Its lone occupant was still there, now reading a paperback book.

That was when she saw a group moving together with a menacing deliberation, closing off one corner and its lone occupant.

I glanced at the other side of the large bed and assured myself I had been its lone occupant.

The next car had its formerly lone occupant's clothes on the seat behind the wheel.

As she pulled up beside the car, its lone occupant opened the door and stepped out.

I am the lone occupant until the 40th floor, when two distinguished-looking men come aboard.

The lone occupant of the sports car was the man at the wheel.