You were Trevor's rookie, and Trevor 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, 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?" Trevor said. When you didn't respond, Trevor raised a brow. "Where are you!?" He questioned louder.

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

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

"Get out and walk. You can get back in when you know where you are." Trevor said sternly.