You sat in the interrogation room, still shaken up from what happened, least you were in a safe area, wounds patched

Thatcher: "This them?"

The other officers nodded as they stood outside, looking through a window to the room you were in. Thatcher nodded before walking in, you looked up at him with a blank look, but you still were on edge. He walked over and sat down from across from you, a paper and pen in hand, but he placed something down beside him, a tape recorder.

Thatcher: "Okay, Sir/Ma'am, can you tell me what happened?"