It took but two people to wrangle the bird and return it to the outside where it disappeared into yonder, later it was identified as a raven, and Hap demanded to know how it got into his museum.
Amid this, Paul clenched Taylor's arm as he recoiled in disbelief.
"Awful thing!" Hap muttered to himself before bringing everyone's attention back to the skull fragment.
Patrons to the museum donated to his cause and though there were doubters about the legitimacy of the skull fragment, there were plenty who parted their money.
Easily, Hap made enough to fund his next excavation project, and though he knew his options were limited, Paul tried covertly warning Hap that he was playing a dangerous game.
"Are you sure it's extinct?" Paul asks Hap about the bird species he discovered.
Looking up at him, Hap said in earnest that he didn't see any birds matching the description of the skeletal remains.
Swallowing the pit in his throat, Paul then says, "I'm not sure they are, sir, I don't think they've all gone away."
And that was that.
Having had enough of the museum, wanting fresh air, Paul left with Taylor without looking behind as they got away from the museum with pale skins.
Uneasy, Paul walked with his arm clutched tightly around Taylor's as he processed the information, he gained from speaking to Hap.
There were no coincidences.
Not with this.
That raven was being used to find who had trespassed the grave.
It only meant one thing, there's a flock somewhere deep in the forest, now they're aware someone has gone where he shouldn't.
If they have some hollow part of humanity left, then the desecration of the grave would only serve to incite them.
This is what happens to Jamestown.
One man's dream is the colony's downfall.
"Oomph!" Taylor lost her grip on Paul as she struggled to right herself as someone ran into her at warp speed.
Holding herself, Taylor managed to prevent herself from falling to the ground, while a man carrying a shovel ran past her sputtered his apology.
Curious, Paul stopped him to ask what his hurry was, but the man didn't tell him anything, instead hurrying onward to wherever with his shovel.
"Rude!" Paul uttered in disdain for the man not even dignifying them with a response before he proceeded checking Taylor with his hands gently touching her.
Patting herself down, Taylor assured him that she was fine, confused, but otherwise she was fine.
"Hap is doing something," Paul suspected that Hap wasn't a man who slept much, after the successful attendance of his museum, he was going to ensure that he had exhibits that people would pay for.
And Paul doubted a man that tall can carry his weight in skeletons on his own.
"How can you be sure that man worked for Hap?" Taylor questioned how Paul was certain that there was a connection between the two and Paul grins at her as he touched her nose.
Telepath, remember.
Faint glimpses, but it's enough for Paul to catch Hap arguing with the man.
An old tale, Hap pocketed the money he claimed would be used for his excavations, and instead hire a desperate person to do the dirty work for his benefit.
Probably told him everything he wanted to hear and pay him less than what he earned from his first exhibit.
"Grace," Paul met her emerald eyes.
Tilting her head, Taylor hears him instruct her, "Go back to the inn."
He wanted to find the man with the shovel and ask him some questions, get him to bring Paul to the site.
Hesitant, Taylor worries Paul risked getting hurt, but Paul gave her a mischievous smirk as he gently poked her nose.
"Still your heart, my dear, I'll be fine," Paul gingerly tells her as he stole a kiss from her.
Even if this was a set point, the TARDIS wouldn't let anything happen to him, and even if there was resistance from the universe, it would find a way, and though she remained worried, Taylor agreed to return to the inn.
Pointing at her as he started moving, Paul proceeded to instruct her to keep a candle lit near the window.
Watching him picking up speed, Taylor sighs as she muttered under her breath, "If he gets hurt again, I'm telling his mother!"
Reaching into his messenger bag as he ran through the dusty street, Paul retrieved his psychic paper.
Old hat, but in a pinch, it was a lifesaver, both figuratively and literary, and Paul planned on using it into getting the man to tell him everything that he needed to know.
The benefits of being one-quarter Time Lord, Paul caught up to the man, wore himself from running as he leaned against the general store with his round face red and covered in sweat.
"Excuse me, sir!" Paul caught his attention as he hurried over to the sweat-soaked man as he used the shovel to keep himself upright.
Slowly turning his head, the man grew curious as he hesitantly asks, "What do you want?"
Holding the psychic paper up to his face, Paul explains that Hap asked for his help and thinking on his feet he worked to sell the story.
Hoyle, a bulky man from Boston, stares at Paul as he sums what was told to him before gesturing that he needed a shovel.
"I'll grab one, where are we going?" Paul gestures as Hoyle led him onward to a path that Hap found one day while working in the colony.
As he walked ahead, Hoyle gave the rules to Paul, gesturing with his free hand as he insisted that no one learn about where Hap and Hoyle worked, else that the others would rip apart the dig site for a piece of fame.
Playing along, Paul gave the air as a bumpkin, and with Hoyle being one himself, it was easy masquerading as he watched the colony disappear around them, and the forest took its place.
Guided by Hoyle, Paul sees a patch exposed, hidden by the lush vegetation ahead of them, as he goes over the rocks embedded in the ground.
"Now, he says we gotta be careful," Hoyle warns Paul as he wagged his shovel as he stood near the edge of the hole.
His angel eyes looking down, Paul sees the black bones embedded by the thick dirt.
