"My dear you almost got killed four times in the last hour and twenty minutes," the Doctor said cheerfully. "If you didn't cry that would just be weird. It's nice to see someone acting normal for a change." He walked over to Robin and pulled out a string of handkerchiefs from his trouser pocket. He knelt down and offered them to the girl with a smile, trying his best not to look too guilty while he helped wipe the tears from her face.<br/><br/>"It's not a bad thing to cry. Heck, I cried when Bambi's mother got shot, I wept at the end of ET and I was completely inconsolable when Dumbledore died," he grinned at her in an attempt to try and make her smile. "People cry. It's a good thing, even in the worst of times. It shows you care about things. About the people we loose, the gestures that make us happy, the enemies that scare us and the moments when you're so very glad that you got out alive when all seemed hopeless"<br/><br/>The Doctor could hear the sound of crowds in the distance. The police were finally arriving, after no doubt being held back by protocol as they watched a miniature storm break out in the middle of a theme park. The Doctor could have stuck around to soak up some glory and show off, any other day he felt that might be something he would do, but Robin's tears inspired him to take a different action.<br/><br/>"Robin. Follow me. I have something to show you," the Doctor spoke before taking her hand and helping her to her feet. "I promise that it'll bring a smile to your face."