"His name's Cecil." Jackson responded.

"Cecil Johannison." he told her.

"How to convince them? Well, if he won't do it on his own, tell them that ol' Jacky Boy sent you, and that this can solve the big big trubbs." he told her further.

"And I mean that. Use that EXACT terminology." he clarified.

"As for where he is.... I dunno." he admitted with a shrug.

"Could be anywhere. You got someone that might had a wide net, as far as social connections go? Preferably underground?" he asked her.

"Then I suggest you ask them." Jackson responded.

He then giggled again, before shaking his head slightly.

"I also suggest you go." he told her.

"I can feel myself slipping, still." he said.

"If you come back here, then cool. I wouldn't mind the company." he continued.

"But give me some time to tidy up the place, it's an absolute mess!" he then exclaimed, before laughing out loud once more.

"Bye-bye!" Jackson replied.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" he added with another laugh.

With that, she exited his mind, and travelled back to her friend at the Morgue. There she found her newest host, which was that of a 17-year old girl with long black hair and a d-sized chest.

When she entered, and adjusted, she found that things looked blurrier than usual.

"Her glasses are beside you." she heard her friend say from where he was.

"I know it's not optimal, but I figured needing glasses wouldn't be TOO much of a hassle." he reasoned.

Her friend was silent for a moment, before his eyes suddenly widened.

"Cecil?" he asked.

"I know Cecil!" he told her.

"Yes... yes, his ability SHOULD work for you, in theory." he said further.

"....I think I know where he might be, too." he then mumbled.

"But someone's going to need to go and find him." he told her further.

"I can't do it, as it'll be weird for me to be out and about for an extended period." he then reasoned.

"...." her friend was silent, and then sighed.

"He should be in the next city." he told her.

"Last I heard, he had been running an internet cafe, though I don't know if he'll still be running it now." he said further.

"If you want to go, I won't stop you." he went on.

"This might be our best shot at fixing this broken future."

"I'll get some things together for you." her friend replied.

"Supplies and the like." he clarified.

"What's your immediate plan?" he then asked.

"I realize the larger goal is the meet Cecil, but what about right now?" he asked further.

"Are you going to see Jackson one more time?"

"Well, best make your decision." he responded.

"In the meantime, I'll get the stuff together." he went on.

"However, let me know sooner, rather than later." he continued.

"I need to know if I should prep another body to add to the new reserve." he reasoned.

"Anyway, I'll leave you to make your decision." he finished, before heading to the back of the building... his living quarters.

When she stepped inside, she saw computers lining the walls, all set up for gaming, or internet surfing. She also saw some old consoles set up for gaming purposes.

But nobody was there.

All she saw was a man in a tattered lab coat, sitting at the far back, at a desk, working on assembling a computer.

When she approached him, he didn't look at her, didn't even acknowledge her at first, but he spoke.

"Welcome." he said.

"Been a while since someone's actually made an appointment for here." he went on.

"I barely even get any business at all, what with the rumours of online activity being heavily monitored and tapped and all." he continued.

"Anyway, what do you want with us?" he asked, referring to his business as a whole.

"........." the man was silent for a moment, briefly stopping his work.

"Cecil?" he asked.

"I'M Cecil." he said, restarting his work on the computer.

"And a mutual friend?" he asked.

"I don't HAVE any friends any longer." he muttered.

"But I'll humour you. Continue." he then said further.

Cecil froze when he heard that.

"......" he was silent, before standing up.

He walked past her, to the front of the store, before locking the door and putting up a 'back at' sign.

With that, he walked back to her.

"Come." he told her.

"We need to speak in the office." he said, before making his way off to the side, and going through an office door.