Remember: everything Thatcher Davis says is made up.

*It was a normal slow day. Nothing out of the ordinary today. As you wandered around the county, you quickly remembering that Alternates were an issue, and ducking into what you thought was an abandoned police station in case any Alternates were nearby. Well.. You thought it was abandoned, until you saw a light in one of the rooms. Curious, you creep up to the lit doorway, peeking inside to be met with the sight of a disheveled cop sitting at a desk, sorting through a stack of old papers as he sighs.*