Night Whistle Inspection (Beta)

I marched back inside through the patio door and hit the hallway runner just as evening settled in! Right there on the navy weave sat a discarded metal keyring, lounging flat like an uncertified referee credential. Total protocol violation! An evening track needs an official medal check! I grabbed the silver split ring with both arms, planted my feet firmly into the wool carpet, and heaved it backward until it stood balanced upright against the brass doorstop. Now that is a regulation inspection post! Night patrol has officially started!