"Tosh, you get a medal!" the man spoke with delight, his face lighting up. "I don't have one on me so take the Jelly Babies." he said before pulling out a paper bag from his pocket and pushing them into Tosh's hands. "Don't eat them, they taste disgusting," he said before putting his arm around his shoulders and walking him along.<br/><br/>"The reason why he didn't nick the statue is because there's no point. The culprit lives in museum. So why take it when you're not planning on going anywhere? You have access to a Magnedon and you're clever enough to avoid a security system and have zero body heat. So why ruin a good thing?" the man asked before turning Tosh down a corridor.<br/><br/>"But, this is far from a perfect life. Whatever lives here will want to move out eventually. And that's where I start to worry..." the man's voice trailed off before he drew to a halt. He stepped out in font of Tosh and glanced in every direction, as if checking to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation, a silly thing when they were standing in the middle of a crowded corridor.<br/><br/>"I need to know where you keep dead people Tosh and I need to know that now" the man said as he turned his attention back to the confused boy. "You see... I think there's something bad in this place Tosh. I think it's going to harm a lot of people. I need to stop that from happening because of a reason I'm not entirely sure I understand. It could be because I think its my duty or it could be because I'm nice or perhaps I'm doing it for the thrill and really want everyone to know how great I am."<br/><br/>The man stared hard into Tosh's eyes. Now he would be able to see how impossible they were. Old, yet young. Soft, yet intense. Calm, yet angry. Brave, yet scared. Happy, but so very very sad. "I'm the Doctor, Tosh." he spoke softly, "And as your new best friend you deserve to know that your wrong to doubt that any aliens have set foot in this museum."