Thatcher sat in his office, smoking, stacks of missing papers pile on top of each other as he stares at one, his body shook with sadness as he sniffed. For the past few days he’s always been in his office being sad and depressed and not sleeping or doing anything, he looks at the note that he made for one of his best friends and colleagues that died a few years ago, Ruth, he quietly cried, his skinny body hicking, he covered his face as he felt guilty for not saving her

“ god damn it.. “