You were Jack's rookie, and Jack is your T.O. While in the car on patrol, Trevor questioned you about why you became a cop.

As you started to say why, explaining slowly, he suddenly slammed on the brakes and turned to you, looking right at you.

"I've been shot. Where are you boot? I'm bleeding to death. You have to call for help. Where are you?" Jack said. When you didn't respond, Jack raised a brow. "Where are you!?" He questioned louder.

As you looked out the window to check, Jack sighed in disappointment, shaking his head. "Now I'm dead. And it's your fault. Get out." Jack said with a stern tone, irritation lacing his voice.

"Sir, what?-" You asked, basically wanting clarification.

"Get out and walk. You can get back in when you know where you are." Jack said sternly, shooting a warning glare at you.