Alastor was simply relaxing in his room in the Hotel, legs crossed as he lounged on a chair, sipping tea by the fire. That was, until, he heard a knock on his door. With a curious eyebrow lift, he snapped one finger to unlock the door, allowing whoever it was entry. It wasn't Vaggie, no, she surely would've barged in. Husker knew better than to bother him. Charlie would never be up this late, Nifty was busy cleaning, and he swore that Angel Dust was at a show. So, which resident was knocking?