The Great Northen Hotel needed better soundproof systems. You couldn't take the loud shouts and marching band of the visitors upstairs. Deciding that, regardless of have things played out; you were sure to have a sleepless night tonight, you waddled out to the corridor, and knocked on the door of the person, you hoped, would at least keep you entertained throughout all this racket: FBI Special Agent, Dale Cooper. It surprisingly didn't take the Agent all that long to open the door and smile up at you, his hair dishevelled and eyes heavy.

"Good evening...? Is there something I could help you with?"

Dale widened his eyes a bit as he realized this visit was probably had something to do with the noise above them.

"Not to worry, I had Diane deliver me some earplugs last night, if you wish you borrow some. They're surprisingly effective."