[Guy scuffles his way up to the fountain wearing an oversized blazer and the hems of his trousers wearing already from the folds dragging over the ground. At least he's managed a pair of shoes since the party. His tie is wrinkled and loose, and it looks as though he slept in all of it. He did.]

So with the sunlight are we granted the truth! At last, the mystery of memory is revealed! The splendour of knowing--

[A ridiculous smirk to match his dramatic tone]

--the colour of one Lieutenant Archie Kennedy's hair.