The man WHO I had met yesterday was sitting on a bench near the church.

We dived into a taxi WHEN the police arrived at the scene of the shooting.

The woman ran away WHEN she realised she had missed her targets. OR The woman WHO realised she had missed her targets, ran away.

It was the morning WHEN I had just collected a secret package to give to my contact.

The woman WHO had a gun obviously knew we were spies.

The plane was taking off WHEN I looked towards the captain's door at the front and saw the black hat of the woman WHO had shot at us near the church.

We stopped at the check-in desks WHERE we threw our bags at the check-in assistant and grabbed our tickets..

The woman WHO was wearing a black hat and long brown coat, fired her gun at us so we hid behind the bench.

It was seven o'clock WHEN I was meeting the man on the bench next to the church.

The taxi driver WHO was a small man with short, curly, brown hair and glasses, was unremarkable.

This is the church WHERE we got married.