Thatcher was walking down the street after working his shift as a lieutenant. As he walked down the sidewalk, he spotted a little girl trembling in a ball on the sidewalk. She seemed to be probably 4 or 5, and had a deep cut on her bicep. Concerned, he walked closer to her and kneeled next to her. “Hey, what are you doing all alone? Are you alright?” His voice was gentle. He’d never dealt with kids before, but he had to at least try.