The Doctor heard Tosh, but he still reached out and wiggled the handle before knocking on it and then kicking it. He frowned at the door, unhappy with his lack of success.<br/><br/>"You're right. The door is locked. We can't go any further," he said before pulled out the strange metal device from earlier and pointing it at the door. The odd tool made an odd whirring noise until eventually the dull click of the door unlocking rang through the room. "Would you look at that, the doors is open, what an odd bit of luck!" the Doctor said cheerfully before pushing open the door - which then fell off its hinges with a crash. "Hmmm... I must have this on the wrong setting," the Doctor pondered and gazed at the odd tool before stepping over the door and into the room.<br/><br/>The room for keeping the deceased exhibitions was full dark and cool. Eerily illuminated in the dull light of the room were six bodies carefully laid out on large white tables or kept into thick glass cases. All of them were mummies, but each of them varied. Two of them were short and tightly bound in ancient bandages and ceremonial masks, two were barely wrapped and showed off grey rotten limbs while one was just a thin shriveled body with skin like old prunes.<br/><br/>The final body lay in style in comparison to the other corpses. The golden sarcophagus of the unknown mummy lay silently in the corner of the room. The eyes of the pharoah's mask stared at the ceiling above its head with an almost menacing expression.<br/><br/>The Doctor looked at each body for no more than half a second before striding over to the sarcophagus and, without pausing for a second, kicked the priceless ancient artifact.