Jax found himself being passed by what appeared to be an infant now more than a year old that had half kicked off its blankets. He lay back in a small floating egg of sorts that moved at a walking pace, bobbing slightly as he made his way through the school. The baby peered at Jax as they passed one another. Behind him, a large young man, nearing seven feet, walked by wearing a wide visor that looked much like those the X-Man Cyclops wore and bore hands that looked quite grey, almost like they were made of stone.

"What chu lookin at?" the baby said in a deep baritone that would have better served a plumber from Brooklyn. His small electronic collar blinked green in time with each syllable, as if it were speaking on the baby's behalf.

"I'm sorry Face," the larger one continued, as if they were continuing a conversation that Jax had only just come across, "I forgot to put on my glasses before brushing my teeth."

"Yeah, except now you ain't got no hands so who's gonna do crap for us?"

"Come on... It won't last forever." the grey handed boy stated as they started to go around the corner and their voices faded with distance, "Just got to let it wear off after all."