Let's go over to Peter Smith, our commentator at the match.
Over to you, John.
Now, over to our man in Tokyo for an on-the-spot report.
She sighed and walked over to the window seat.
Carmen hurried over to Destiny.
She rolled over to face him, sliding eagerly into his embrace.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.