Cecil just raised his hand up.

"Spare me." he said.

"Anyway, now that we won't be bothered, tell me." he muttered.

"How do you know Jack?" he asked her.

"He's still alive?" he asked further.

"And, more importantly, how can MY middling power save this world?" he then inquired.

Cecil was silent as Ana said all she did, merely staring at her for a moment.

"...I had my suspicions." he said.

"But all right. That does sound like Jack." he told her.

"Also, his theory is correct." he then said further. "I know my powers, and if you're just a ghost, then you will not be bound by the restrictions my power enforces." he explained.

"But know this." he told her further.

"As soon as you are sent back, you will essentially murder the you of the past." he warned.

"Are you prepared to go through that?" he asked her.

"Bearing in mind, I didn't say 'literally'. I said 'essentially'." Cecil clarified.

"Yes, you would be combining with yourself, but it would be more... absorbing." he said further.

"It's very difficult to explain, but... you'll experience it, should you go back." he told her.

"I ask again, are you prepared for this?" he asked her.

"If so, tell me where to send you." he said further.

"And I mean as EXACT as possible." he stressed.

"Very well." Cecil replied.

"Bearing in mind, when you arrive in the past, you will be as your spirit self, so you'll need to find your own host in that time." he told her.

When she nodded, he approached her and raised his hand. His palm started to glow a light green aura, before he shoved it upon her chest, thrusting her soul/spirit out of her host body.

Then, after a few seconds, she found herself surrounded by an orb of energy... which then seemed to speed forward through a tunnel of bending light.

She had no idea how long she was in there, as, even for her, time became quite meaningless in the tunnel. But, after a fashion, the tunnel ended, the orb dissipated, and she found herself where she had told him to send her... WHEN she had told him to send her as well.

On her way there, she encountered very few students... most of them were still asleep, and the few that she DID encounter were because they had been pulling all-nighters for big tests.

She ran into very few staff members, as well... but that was probably because they were also just getting up, or were in their classrooms prepping for the day.

Regardless, her journey was uninterrupted and swift, and when she made it to the headmaster's office, she was greeted by an empty secretary's desk.

Looking around, and noticing the clock, she saw that the secretary wouldn't be in for another hour or so, but she DID hear signs of activity in the office.

Which meant that Dr. McCoy was in his office, probably caught up in some reading.

After a bit of silence, she heard Dr. McCoy's kind and warm voice from behind the door.

"Do come in." he beckoned.

When she did, he looked up, took his glasses off, and set aside his book... which was about philosophy.

"Ah, Anastasia." he said.

"This is a surprise." he commented.

"Care for some tea?" he offered.

"........" the headmaster was silent as she said all she did.

"....I see." he responded.

"Forgive me, but that is a lot to take in, and a hard pill to swallow." he told her.

"Tell me..." he mumbled, leaning forward.

"What evidence do you have to support this claim?" he asked her.

"....that could be considered quite the tall tale." Hank responded.

"Do you have any hard proof or evidence?" he asked her.

"This is not to say I don't believe you." he quickly clarified.

"But do you have any evidence, or merely your word?" he asked her further.

"I can investigate, but my power is limited without something to back this up."

Hank was silent for a moment.

"There is ONE thing." he told her.

"Cecil should have left residual energy from when he sent you." he said.

"If we can find that residue on you, then I'll consider it proof enough." he said further.

"Do you know where Cecil is?" he asked.

"Or can Jackson help us locate him?" he asked further.

"Cecil's ability always leaves a trace, no matter what." Hank responded. "One that he can always recognize." he said further.

"And yes... time travel CAN be a headache." he told her.

"But if what you say is true, then Jackson should be able to locate him." he went on.

"I mean, that's how I see it right now." he then reasoned.

"If we are, indeed, 3 days before the event, it should be enough time." he added, looking a little concerned.