My Accent is a Clue
Our investigations in New York draw to a close and we return to Boston, where a letter awaits Madame Za Za. An archaeologist appears to be in some distress, and the family asks if we could make the trip to Scotland, financed by them, to investigate. Of course we can.
There is talk about how exotic it will be to travel abroad, although I find it not quite as exciting as the others. After all, 'I am from Europe. Brighton, England, in fact.'
'Really?'
'Yes.'
'Really?'
'Yes.'
'What planet are you from?', asks the GM, sensing the pattern.
'Fenksworld', comes the immediate reply, much to my astonishment.
'How did you remember that?! You couldn't even remember it when we were playing the adventure and it was your cover story.'