Do you every have the feeling like you are falling from a great height, adrenaline pumping through your veins or the breathless sensation of freedom? That's how I felt for a while except instead of having a parachute it was like I was falling into a void of nothingness. I opened my eyes and found myself on a large island. Behind me was a building that was disintegrating in slow motion and the people around me were doing the same. I felt their lives slowly drain as they vanished off the face of their earth…literally.

"Alison…"

I turned to see Jean only a few steps behind me. She wore a red dress that covered her figure and her hair was cascaded around her shoulders.

"Jean…" I replied unable to comprehend what was happening. I walked up but Jean shook her head making me stop immediately.

"This is only a dream," she informed gently. I nodded realizing how stupid I was, trying to touch a human in a dream would break the connection and I didn't want that to happen.

"Where am I?" I asked looking around me.

Jean gave me a quizzical look, "Don't you recognize it?"

I looked around and tried to remember on where I had seen this familiar scene before. Then it came to me like a ton of bricks. It was Alcatraz. The news channels had been broadcasting this place for days even weeks after the events of Alcatraz. It all looked the same too except for the fire and disintegrating bodies.

"What happened?"

"The Phoenix," Jean said darkly.

I looked at her and then slowly replied, "The Dark Phoenix."

Jean nodded gravely.

"What does this have to do with you?"

Jean looked at the ground in shame and said, "Everything Alison."

I looked at her and tried to find out what she was talking about but I wasn't powerful enough to make a mental connection within a dream. Jean looked at me with sympathetic eyes and all I could do was stare back at her.

"You must not fret Alison," Jean said, "You will learn fast."

I shook my head, "But you are dead, how are you even doing this?"
"The last of the essence," Jean said, "The Phoenix still lives on Alison, and it grows stronger everytime. Its powers is mainly in the Alcatraz area which is why the dream scene is here. Or else I would have picked somewhere more decent."

I watched as a soldier floated by as his body disintegrated.

"No kidding," I muttered.

Jean managed a weak smile and then I looked at her. It was like we shared a small moment of just plain pure golden silence but then something was bothering me terribly.

"Is he really dead?" I heard myself ask the words felt like sandpaper against my tongue.

Jean sighed and then said, "I honestly don't know Alison, I haven't been able to find him anywhere."

I looked at the ground and then I asked, "Where exactly am I?"

"Have you ever heard of an Astral Plane?"

I nodded remembering my lesson with Charles on astral projection.

"You mean…no way!"

Jean smiled, this time for real.

"But how is that possible?"

"It's slightly complicated," Jean said, then explained, "The Dream State and Astral Plane do have some common grounds but it is hard to explain. Think of it as almost like an Eclipse, either dimension can cross one another creating a partial moment in time when it is actually possible for Astral projections to cross into the Dream State. But it only happens briefly."

I looked at the ground and said, "How do you know when you have the Phoenix inside of you?"

Jean looked at me curiously, "What do you mean?"

"Are there any signs? Or points in time when something drastic happens that is out of the ordinary?"

Jean pondered then said, "I would get extreme heat flashes when I was real young, it would be so back that things would disintegrate or burst into flames."

That triggered something inside my still numb brain. I remembered when I use to have cold spells and ice would sometimes covered whatever was in my vicinity.

"Why do you ask?"

I rubbed the back of my neck and then gave her a half worried half excited smile.

"You're not!" Jean said incrediously.

"Already had him."

"Him?"
I nodded, "His name is Tyson Wallace Horn."
Jean smiled and I thought that she was going to burst into tears of joy.

"That is so amazing!" Jean cried happily, "How old?"

"Ten."

Jean looked at me with a concerned look before saying, "You missed a lot."

"So I have heard," I muttered, "Pyro is imprisoned."

Jean pursed her lips and said, "He was with Magneto when he attacked Alcatraz."

I nodded still not wanting to believe it but I knew that I had no choice in the matter of reality or make believe.

"He is the father," I blurted out not knowing why.

Instead of going beserk like I thought Jean would do, she merely pondered and asked, "What are your son's powers?"

"He has the ability of telepathy and fire manipulation. Tyson doesn't need a starter for his fire though."

Jean frowned and then said gravely, "That is a lot of power inside a small body."

I snorted, "Trust me he isn't small, a tall kid for his age."

"You still have to be careful, that kind of power can slip though his grasp within an instant."

I nodded in understandment. I was ready to say something when The dream shook violently and I noticed Jean was fading.

"The Astral Plane is moving," Jean said quickly then added, "I can't stay long, you must keep an eye out for your son."

"Trust me," I replied, "I will."

Jean shook her head and explained, "You don't understand, the power inside you son is great. If it gets into the wrong hands it cou-."

It was like a gust of wind had pushed me away and within seconds, Jean was gone and I found myself falling once again into a pit of nothingness.