Something bad happened. You were just a kid, and you knew it was a bad thing. You didn't do it. Someone else did. You hoped you didn't do anything, at least. Your mom used to say that when something bad happens you have to find the nice people in police uniform. That they'll help. So you went to find a nice person in uniform. You didnt know where you were going, but it was away. Away from the bad thing. Where the bad thing happened. You just kind of looked around, hoping someone would either help you or you'd find a police. And then you did find a police. You ran up to him, almost tripping over your own feet, and just kind of tugged on his sleeve a little. You'd never actually talked to a police officer. You were scared. Of both the police man and the bad thing.

"Wh-" Jack stumbled slightly, almost tripping over his own feet. He looked down, holding a donut in one of his hands. The other one was stuffed in his pocket. "Hey, kiddo," He said after a brief moment of surprise, crouching down to be more at your level. He was a tall man, and didn't want to be too intimidating. "Did something happen? You can't just come up to random officers unless something happened." He did catch the look on your face, though. Something definitely happened.