Henry Mystic often found himself conflicted.
He lived in the present day, but his story was set well over a hundred years ago.
It was a hard thing to reconcile.
He had very vivid memories of other members of the Society of Explorers and Adventurers. He remembered Albert Falls talking about his rambunctious little niece Alberta. He remembered warning Harrison Hightower not to steal from other cultures. And he remembered Merriweather Adam Pleasure breaking away to form the Adventurer's Club.
So what confused him was how he was a robot in a theme park in Hong Kong.
Were his memories false? Or was he not the real Henry Mystic?
He looked at the clock - midnight.
Before the next day's shift, he decided to catch forty winks. So he turned to his closest friend, the only one he still knew was tangible and real.
'Now, Albert, you mustn't go touching things,' he said.
The monkey looked up at him, and shook his head. He knew not to from what he went trhough every day with that music box.
'Do you want to go to bed also?'
Albert nodded.
'Come on. Let's go,' he said.
At least they still had each other.
A/N:
I have written other stories with the Society of Explorers and Adventurers to be set in the past and they very firmly don't have anything to do with the present. But Henry Mystic and Albert are unique in that they are also animatronics, while none of the other members are (Mary Oceaneer's parrot from Typhoon Lagoon is though, Harrison Hightower appears via pepper's ghost, and Jock Lindsey, though his bar is set in the present day, is presumably dead). So I thought it'd be a fun thing to address.