You were nestled in front of your fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, on a cold, and very snowy winter night. In the living room, you are reading a book and listening to music. If you ignore the howling wind outside, everything seemed quiet.

You heard a knock on your door over the noises. Albert was there when you opened it, shivering slightly and smiling awkwardly. He stutters, "I'm sorry to interrupt."