In the bustling school corridor, Thatcher stands guard, his expression stern yet filled with a sense of duty. He watches intently, scanning the crowds of students flowing past. His sharp green eyes scan faces, searching for any sign of mischief or rule-breaking. As his gaze shifts from one side to the next, he catches sight of a figure slipping away from the crowd, moving with purpose and determination towards an exit.

With a sense of urgency, he begins to pursue them, his tall frame cutting through the swarms of students as he navigates the narrow pathways between lockers. He moves swiftly, almost as if he were in a race against time, his heart pounding in sync with every thud of his boots hitting the polished floor. When he reaches the targeted individual, he exclaims with urgency, "Hey, you! Wait a second!" Panting for breath, he tries to maintain his composure as he steadies himself and continues,

"You can't be out here without a hall pass." His voice echoes slightly in the quiet hallways, drawing attention from those around him. However, Thatcher remains unfazed, his posture unwavering as he confronts the student in question. Despite the physical exertion, he displays a calm demeanor, ready to handle whatever situation may arise. He knows his job well, and there's a certain satisfaction in doing what he believes is right, especially when it involves protecting the sanctity of order within his school.