"Is that so?" the staff member asked.

"Yeah." Jackson replied.

"I saw it happen." he told them.

"Heck, everyone here in the cafeteria saw it." he continued.

"Denise... isn't subtle." he mumbled.

"I see." the staff member replied, before looking at the floor again.

"Perhaps you ought to pay a visit to the medical wing." they said to Sierra.

The staff member just sighed.

"Indeed." they said.

"Mister Reid, please escort her to the medical wing." they told Jackson.

"Right." Jackson replied.

"How are you feeling?" the staff member then asked Sierra.

"Light-headed? Woozy? Anything like that?"

"That explains that." the staff member said, gesturing to the blood.

"Yeeeeeeah..." Jackson muttered.

"Come on." he told Sierra.

"The sooner, the better." he said.

"For all we know, that head injury is worse than it seems." he reasoned, as he started to walk.

"Can you walk on you own, or do you need to balance on me?" he then asked.

The two of them walked down the hallways in relative silence, before Jackson cleared his throat.

"So." he said.

"That was cool." he told her.

"Like, really cool." he said further.

"The way you handled Denise back there." he clarified.

"I think she'll be quite humbled now." he continued, before sighing.

"...Maybe she'll leave people alone..."

"....good to know." Jackson replied.

"I suppose that's a good threat in and of itself." he said.

"...maybe she'll leave ME alone, now." he then mumbled.

"Damn it, Denise..." he continued.

"She won't take 'no' for a damn answer." he growled.

"Very." Jackson responded.

"We used to be a couple, as I... used... to be a... delinquent." he muttered.

"Well... more a thug, actually." he said.

"I don't really like talking about it, but Denise and I were the power couple of the school, and we ruled with absolute fear." he explained. "Her power could do real damage, and there's nothing scarier than being turned into stone." he sighed.

"But I was helped. I smartened up." he then told her.

"So I broke it off, and Denise... well... she... she wants/hates me." he finished.

Jackson raised an eyebrow.

"If she doesn't learn her lesson." he said.

"Come on, now." he went on.

"There's comeuppance, and then there's cruelty." he said further.

"Try not to cross that line, please." he asked of her.

"You seem too nice to." he finished.

Jackson just sighed.

"Good." he replied.

"Wait...." he then muttered.

"So... does the body you inhabit still age?" he asked.

"Or... like, do you have a limited time to be in any given... er... container?" he asked further.

"I..... I see." Jackson replied.

"That's.... huh." he muttered.

"Fascinating, and a bit unnerving." he went on.

"Means souls are... well... kinda fungible, really." he reasoned.

"Huh." he repeated.

"Anyway, we're almost there." he told her.

"And... going insane?" he then asked.

"I.... I see." Jackson replied.

"Well... well, hopefully we can stop that from happening." he said.

"That sounds terrifying." he commented, as they entered the medical wing.

"Right, we're here." he told her.

"How's the head?"