It had been three months now, since his Bolly left, he thought about her all the time, their last kiss and words to each other.
He thought to himself, how he could be so stupid, not to tell her how he really felt.
So he sat there in his office, climbing into another bottle of scotch, wishing she, ray, Chris and Shaz were still here.
He fought back the tears, just like he had done, with all the others.
He'd never felt so lonely in all this life, there was a new DI now, but he could never take the place of Sam or Alex.
As he was thinking about all of that, he snapped back to who he was and why he was here, thinking he was stupid for even thinking there was any hope to get to them.
Jack was confused, he didn't know what was going on, all he remembered was that he was chasing two school boys, and then felt a thump at the back of his head, knocking him to the ground, he blacked out. Then he woke up here in 1983, not knowing why he was here, he knew nothing about this place, or who anyone was. He tried to work it out, but every time he did, something would distract him, he felt as if he wasn't meant to know.
Nothing made any sense. He'd try to work out something, but then get confused about everything else. Even the simplest task was hard for him, and Gene Hunt wasn't making it any easier. He hates 1983 and would do anything to get back to 2010.
One night changed all that, he was sat in his flat, trying to work it all out. There it happened out of no where, the answer. The television had switched on, up popped sooty, one of his childhood memories.'sqweak, sqweak, sqweak' he said into Matthew's ear. 'What's that sooty, Jack's in hospital you say'. 'sqweak, sqweak, sqweak' he said again 'he is in a coma is he' he translated.
Jack picked up on what they had just said 'what, no, im in a coma' he said to himself, looking into the television screen. 'This can't be happening' he cried.
The television had gone out, he tried the buttons to turn it back on, but there was no luck.
He just thought about what was said, thinking about it, thinking if this was the key to why he was here, it might not have been, but at least now he knew what was wrong with him.
That night he cried himself to sleep, thinking he would never get back. While he was sleeping, he dreamt that he was home again, there was no Gene Hunt to tell him what to do, to him it was like heaven. He soon snapped out of the dream though, waking up in his flat, hearing the phone ring, he picked it up, it was Gene. 'Get your pointless arse to the station now' he shouted down the phone. Jack was still half asleep at this point, although he did get up, freshened up, got changed then made his way to the station, with only one thing on his mind 'how can I get out of here'.