It isn't that Steve didn't believe in the Tooth Fairy growing up, but like most myths that provide gifts and wealth for children -- Saint Nick, The Easter Bunny, and so on -- it's hard to keep the dream alive when money is hard to come by. Sarah could scrimp for a few extra pennies to put under his pillow, but it wasn't always easy, and when he got old enough to realize what was happening he told her to stop, to put it toward something important.

He's still the kind of man who would believe in the power of clicking his heels together, clapping to save a fairy, or thinking happy thoughts, but he's also a practical man. Objective, and analytical. So Toothiana goes unnoticed, invisible to his eyes. He'll feel bad about that later.

He's perched at a table with a pad of paper, idly sketching things he sees around the room. He doesn't know why, but his eyes keep straying to the door, as if he expects someone to arrive or appear. It's like he's missing something, and he can't figure out what it is.