Nikola Tesla followed the bobble-headed android down a hallway. “Where are we going?” he asked.

“To the Anticipated Orders Department.” the small android chimed.

Tesla happened to peer into a windowed door and had to do a double take? He stopped in mid-step and shouted, “Poe?”

He could see Poe sitting on a table next to another android that looked like Sherlock Holmes. Tesla tried the doorknob, but it was locked.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you enter that door, Nikola,” a familiar voice said.

Tesla looked up and saw Edison standing next to the bobble-headed android. He smiled and said, “Edison. I hoped that I would never see you again…you thief.”

“Still going on about that, are we? Maybe this will shut you up!”

Tesla anticipated the punch and dodged, responding with a right-cross that knocked Edison to the floor. Edison’s metallic skull almost broke Tesla’s hand. Before Edison could make another move, Tesla had drawn his laser gun. “Open this door and let my friend out,” he said.