It was an ordinary night at the museum. Stan checked the monitors and saw the same old paintings and the same old antiques. He’d been at this museum for almost 50 years. It mused at how things here changed and yet he remained the same. The same security role that had adapted over time with technology.

He went for a smoke. A old habit that hadn’t changed either. He’d been one of the first to adopt smoking as something cool. When the movies would spend minutes on focussing on that famous actor smoking. Those days it was all glamour.

He went back inside and he saw a figure moving. He wielded his torch and shone the light on the face. A masked face.

“How did you get in here? How did you get past security?” He demanded.

“I can’t possibly tell… we’ll actually, I can Stan.” The masked figure replied coolly.

“You’ve worked here for many years and you know many faces and those many faces become friendly over time. You told me how the new technology has you baffled and so I’ve just put the gaps together. And here I am.”