Three strangers dressed in grey quasi-military uniforms with white trim were ranged around her, two women seated and a man standing.

He held the door for a stranger dressed for the Denver Wild West Gate.

Three strangers, dressed outlandishly, stride down the aisle.

Another stranger, dressed like the first, came up and they dragged the guard further along the hall towards me.

Ro and Data were there, too, as were two strangers dressed in long black robes.

The Japanese was a stranger, dressed in a dark, European-style business suit.

In the mirror, I saw a stranger dressed in khakis and a pressed shirt and tie.

Our hearts ached as we watched Derian leave with strangers dressed in blue scrubs.

How else would she react to a purple-faced stranger, dressed in bulky white?

I was puzzled to find her talking to a nondescript, middle-aged stranger, dressed, like the detectives, in a cheap business suit.