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@amber lynne: Fancy that, lol

So extend your notoriety to the rest of the forum and usurp Fozzy's position as boss become famous!

THE FORUMS WILL KNOW NOTHING BUT YOUR NAME!

"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 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."

"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 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.

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."

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."

"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."

"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."

"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.

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.

"....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."

"........" 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.