Tom shrugged, deciding that, for now, at least he'd drop thoughts of staking Hal. For a start, there were enough things they seemed to need to talk about before they got to that stage! Instead he thought how nice it would be for Alison and Alex to arrive, and it put a smile firmly back on his face. Right up until Hal said he didn't remember Paris. "Well, that was when we were human, wasn't it? After we'd defeated Hatch, and after we all woke up. You took Alex and me to Paris, to show me a bit of the world and to give me a proper dinner and the like, and to show Alex... how you liked her." Tom felt his cheeks flush. "Only it was all lies, weren't it? We never were human, and we never did defeat Hatch. He tricked us, and that's when we realised and had to start fighting again." He gave a kick at the carpet, "and that's when I got here. None of it were true, which is a shame cause it was a good place, and we had a nice time."
After everything that happened the first time Tom really hoped Hal had learned that keeping things to himself wasn't a good idea. He didn't have much choice but to trust him (though he'd be keeping a good eye on him, just in case, cause he wasn't stupid, however much other people might think that he was!). "See that you do," he said with a nod, taking it no further for now.
Tom thought about it long and hard, and he wasn't sure he had the answers Hal was looking for, but he gave it a try all the same. "Well the girl, Natasha, was kind of Rook's... what's that old fashioned word for not-a-daughter. The one they always use in those costume dramas on the telly?" he asked his friend with a puzzled frown. "Well she was one of them, sort of, and he sent her to Barry to make us fight," though they'd been doing a good job of that even before she'd shown up. "It's that whole thing about a ghost, a vampire and a werewolf, see. He figured that he could help Hatch, by getting us lot out of the way, if only he could split us apart. He nearly did it too," which was the part that made Tom more sad than any other. "I think she came on to you, but then Rook killed her and made it look like you'd done it, and we all thought you had cause of how you were bad and all. But Natasha's ghost told Alex the truth, but it were too late by then, and you'd already started killing again." Tom gave Hal a poke in the shoulder, "which is why you need to tell us what's going on, cause of how it's important we know!" He said 'we', but he didn't even know if Alex was here. He hoped so, cause she was better at talking to Hal than he was.
He stood to attention at Hal's words, and starred straight ahead. "I ain't looking, Hal. Don't even think of making me!" Tom grabbed hold of Hal's arm, just in case he had to close his eyes in a hurry. "They would an'all," he agreed wholeheartedly, "and their fathers would probably lock them in their rooms and never let them out of the house again! At least, that's what mine would have done," Tom knew McNair wasn't the best judge of such things, but it didn't stop him thinking he was right about this! "How can you think nothing of it, when you was born in the wrong century too?" he asked his friend curiously, cause Hal never did seem to mind the skimpy girls. He hurried to keep up, and nodded eagrely, "you do that. I don't want my eyes scarring with unnecessary flesh. I'll look at my wife, when we're married, but I don't want to see no other ladies. That would be disrespectful!"