Then he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

She turned and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

He turned and left the room, nearly slamming the door behind him.

He turned and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

She turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Flipped, the signs turn the room into a kind of dream space.

He turned and left the room, neither slow nor fast.

Both men turned and left the room, closing the broken door behind them.

Without another word she turned and left the room, not waiting for dismissal.

She turned about the room and fixed her gaze on me.