[Ruth Weaver sat in her office like usual, she had a cup of mint tea in her hand and she looked down on the papers she was supposed to work on. Ruth leaned back and sighed, looking towards the slightly open the door which emlights some light from outside of the lights by the Police Department. Ruth rubbed her eyes with her index finger and thumb.] "So much work.. I wonder if Thatcher has as much work too.." [Ruth sighs again, crossing her arms and taking a sip of her mint tea.]