"That would be a safe assumption." Hank responded.

"If you want to get him, feel free to do so." he told her.

"School doesn't start for a bit yet." he said further.

"And I'll be here for the foreseeable future." he continued.

"So don't worry in THAT regard."

"Either one." Hank responded.

"Whatever Jackson is more comfortable with." he said.

"Regardless, do not let me detain you any further." he told her.

"Go and do what you feel you need to." he continued.

"And Godspeed."

After she knocked, she heard some shuffling and mumbling, before faint footsteps.

The door then opened, and she saw a VERY tired and dishevelled Jackson standing there.

He looked like he had NOT slept well.

"...hey." he said groggily.

"Something up?" he asked her.

"It's stupidly early."

Jackson was silent for a moment.

"Huh." he said.

"That's kinda funny. I just had a dream about Cecil. Kinda." he mumbled. "Well... sorta. I mean, he was kinda in it." he went on, before pausing.

"...wait, how do you know of Cecil? I don't think I've ever mentioned him to you." he went on, blinking a couple of times.

"I'm going to get changed." he suddenly told her.

"We have something to discuss on the way to see the Professor."

Jackson was silent for a moment, and nodded in response.

"Sure." he replied.

With that, he shut the door, and she heard scuffling and rummaging and such. But it only took about 3 minutes before he was dressed and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

"Ok, I'm good to go." he told her.

"And the nightmare I had now concerns me even more." he admitted.

"Well... all right, I can't remember all of it." Jackson admitted.

"I remember bits and pieces, but they're very vivid." he said.

"I dreamed that... I had no control over my body... and I was turning people to stone all the time... including you, time after time." he told her.

"But I also remember... a prison...?" he said further, trailing off some.

"And then I remember you asking me about... something... I remember Cecil being mentioned." he continued.

"But... yeah, it wasn't a nice dream..." he mumbled.

"Now I'm wondering... if that was even a dream at all."

Jackson froze for a moment.

"....Ana..." he muttered.

"Was what I dreamed really a dream?" he asked.

"Er... well... hm. Maybe that wasn't the right way to put it." he then said.

"Is there more to my dream than meets the eye?" he clarified.

"Because your response implies it."

"Yeah, I get it." Jackson responded.

With that, the two of them made their way to the headmaster, and once they were in his office, the three of them discussed what Ana had brought up, along with Jackson's weird 'dream'.

"...admittedly, this DOES lend more credence to your story." Professor McCoy said to Ana.

"But can you get Cecil here?" he then asked Jackson.

"Easily." Jackson responded.

"I can call him up and have him here today."

Jackson's eyes widened when he heard what she said.

"Is something wrong?" Hank asked.

"Cecil and I... we've known each other since childhood." Jackson responded. "He'd given me that nickname, and I didn't really mind at the time." he continued.

"And he and I... well... we'd get into trouble a lot. And whenever our shenanigans pushed things a little further than usual, and got a lot of people complaining... I often said that we had 'big, big trubbs'..." he admitted sheepishly, clearly more than a little embarrassed that it had come to light.

Jackson merely responded by taking his cell phone out and dialling a number, before placing it to his ear.

"....hey Cecil? It's Jack." he said.

"Yeah. Yeah... yeah, I know it's early, but this is important." he then said further.

"Like, 'big trubbs' important." he muttered further. "Can you get to The Institute to meet with Professor McCoy and myself ASAP?" he asked.

He then paused for a moment, seeming to listen to something being said, before sighing.

"Make it in a half-hour, and I'll let you use my closed beta testing account for 'War Universe'." he said... then nodding afterwards.

"See you in a half-hour." he finished, before hanging up.