Thomas's

I am Thomas's cousin.

Mrs. Thomas's father was pursued home one night by a lamb of fire with its head cut off hanging by a strip of skin. He said he knew it was the spirit of his brother and that it was a warning he would die within nine days.

You're one of Thomas's students, aren't you?

Isn't this Thomas's?

Thomas's stomach is hurting him.

Maria was so drunk that she threw up on Thomas's car.

Look, there's Thomas's jacket. How did it get here?

Thomas's room is messy.