Kent, having very little in his schedule to clear, decided to spend Monday evening carousing at several of the town's more exclusive clubs. Being a Monday, most were dead, but were happy to accept Kent's patronage and it was closer to dawn than dusk when he stumbled into bed.
This morning, the sunlight streaming in through his window hurt his eyes and he reluctantly changed out of last night's clothes into a new set before hastily mixing and glugging down a concoction of milk, raw egg and tomato juice.
He arrives at the lab rather weary and dry-throated, but the throb in his head is fading and the excitement of the investigation has helped to blow a few cobwebs away. "Well isn't this wonderful!" he marvels at the sight of the lab, eyeing some of the jars. "Lay it on us professor!"