KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. You startle awake to three short raps at your door, pulling you from the dream you were just having. You roll over in bed and pull your phone off of your night stand to check the time, cringing when the bright light assaults your eyes. 2:26 in the morning. "Uggghhh whhaatttttttt?" you mumble as you drag yourself from your bed. Still in your pajamas, hair an absolute mess, you sleepily make your way over to the door looking through the peephole before starting to unlock it. It's the police. 'Why are the police knocking on my door at 2:30 in the morning' you think to yourself as you throw the deadbolt into the unlocked position and slowly crack the door just enough for your face to fit through. "Hello." you say, the word small and covered with sleep. "Can I help you?" "Excuse me, but did you-" he breaks off mid sentence as he looks at you for the first time. "Shit. Uhhh...I think I have the wrong room."