The lab is set up exactly as you remember it, the equipment laid out neatly as always. The glass is polished, and the room is free from debris and clutter. A single white coat hangs neatly on one of the stools lining the side of the room. Hank lies in wait on the edge of the lab table, reading over some notes and taking down data. He hears the door buzz open and looks up, noticing you.