"come on Chris!" Marylou said, from the bleachers, beside the baseball field. Watching as Chris was walking over, holding the baseball bat.

You were sitting beside your mother Marylou, watching your brother Chris get ready to hit the baseball. You saw Nick getting ready to throw the ball over to him.

Matt was sitting behind the fence, sitting on the bench, taking a break.

Nick had thrown the ball over to Chris.

Chris hit the ball and dropped the bat, running across the field.