The bus stopped because the old lady pressed the button to get off.

The storm blew even though the estimated weather was bright and sunny.

The old man staggered down the hill since his walking stick had been broken by a bunch of brutal bandits.

He made his way to the house even if he wasn’t tired and hungry yet.

He sat down at the table as soon as his mother called.

He waited for them to arrive after he finished work and left the office.