<strong>Sunset. Present Day</strong><br/><br/>Alan sighed relief at Sarah Jane's not being followed.  He inhaled, sighed, and began speaking. "Well Sarah Jane, likely the thing that chased you was similar to the things that chased the two of us. Some sort of creatures are coming about and working to some purpose. We were threatened by them and we both managed to get away, but not before being called here, and so here we are. From what I've been able to glean from Carrie there were several others like us that came here before us that have died, but there are at least four of us here now, including you. Our ability to see the creatures is special, and it seems the average human cannot detect them. Again, how that's possible I don't know.  I surmise that the creatures are primarily nocturnal in nature, as they have an aversion to light, I say aversion, but in my case the thing chasing me combusted when exposed. There are still many things that need to be figured out about these things, but one thing is certain. Since we alone can see them, we alone must stop them. We're willing to have the two of you along, if for nothing more than companionship. Let's face it, we can't tell this story to just anyone, now can we? I know this must be hard to accept, but if you think about it, you could also understand the marking on the door, could you not? How would you know, with no prior knowledge? Like or not, this is happening, what you choose to do now is up to you. We'll not keep you here against your will, but it seems to me the best course of action is to cooperate. "<br/><br/>At this, he turned to the box of bones and looked inside. " I really don't have much expertise in forensics or anything like that. I'm just an artist, but I'll take a look." He looked intently at the bones, tried to think of the surface material and the coloration, and the original structure of how a skeleton might fit together. He also tried to recall the details of his earlier encounter with Cassandra, and the way that she combusted when exposed to the light, in case that might be similar. "If it was immolation, there's no evidence of remaining meat, so the fire must have been insanely hot, especially if this much damage was done without the place burning down, which I assume was the case since you said no one noticed the carnage. From my previous experience, the victim, although it was the monster in my case, just combusted without making any exterior remnants besides a pile of ashes. I might presume that a similar thing happened here. This then seems to be the power of 'black fire.' If they are toxic I wouldn't think so, but I really don't know anything about that, and I think we just need to get rid of them somewhere. I can't really help you as far as what to do. The remnants of my encounter are still in the college. At least in my case I was lucky enough to have it reduced to ashes." He shrugged.<br/><br/>"Whatever you want to do with them I will help you, though." He then realized he was still wearing disposable gloves, and they hadn't experienced any wear that he had seen. "I have more of these. . ." he said, lifting up his hands in display.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>