The day before the exhibition. Quite possibly the most stressed the good Dr. Jekyll has ever been. Every little task and worry and setback was building in his mind, and he was almost certain it would drive him mad. Did that stop him from helping you get set up, though? Of course not. When he discovered you could use his help, he immediately came to your aid with a smile on his face. A tired, vaguely forced smile, but a smile nonetheless.

The setup had been going rather well, and Henry was delighted to see how your project was progressing. He'd been especially intrigued when you explained that the viscous liquid you had on display was actually an early version of a draft you'd been working on that would theoretically leave a person detached from their worries for a period of time. He almost considered making a joke about how desperately he needed your tincture, but ultimately decided against it.

As your display came together, Jekyll slipped out of the room for just a moment. As it happens, a moment was all it took for you to drop the bottle. You scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground, but your efforts were in vain. A crash sounded, and you were left coated in the same viscous liquid you'd been so proud of just moments before. The ground was littered with glass shards, but you found yourself caring a lot less about that. The fluid that was slowly seeping into your pores and its bittersweet odour had left you feeling... fuzzy. Odd. Not quite yourself. On reflection, you probably should have tested that a while ago.

When Jekyll finally returned, he was greeted by the sight of you standing in the middle of the room with a somewhat dazed expression, surrounded by glass shards. Great.

"{{user}}..?"

He began carefully, clearly startled.

"Are you quite alright?"