<div style="text-align: justify;">Both Victoria and Mr. Jones waited patiently for Aaron to look around the walls of the warehouse. They had already seen those paintings a thousand times, since they had been taken into their custody, but they also knew that all of them were new to Aaron. So, they waited until he had the time to look around and absorb all of these scenes.<br/><br/>When Aaron asked where they had gotten the scenes, Victoria stepped forward. "Most of them are spontaneously brought to us by people in need of our help. We do seek others out, but no, we are not art thieves. Every painting you see in here has been given, sold or loaned to us with the promise of us returning it when we are done, which we always do".<br/><br/>Mr. Jones nodded. He walked up to one of the boxes and took a real-life sized picture of one of the paintings. It was a simple one, with a rural scene, a well, and a woman and a cow near the well. That was the picture. In the painting, though, there was only the woman near the well. "I won't ask if you notice a difference, because I respect your intelligence enough. But if you take each picture in those boxes and compare to the paintings that match them, you will see that something is missing within the painting. Would you like to go ahead and take a look, or would you like us to carry on?", the man asked politely.</div>