Even though Bryan White could hold his liquor, he couldn't take this kind of drinking; by 2 AM, he was half drunk.
With a dizzy mind and no thought process, he got up and walked out the door.
He went to room 12808, forgot to ring the doorbell, raised his hand and started knocking, and knocked harder and harder, as if he wanted to knock through the door.
Morgan Benson followed him out and grabbed him, trying to take him away: "It's already two, they're all asleep, don't disturb their rest, whatever you have to say, say it tomorrow!"
"No, it has to be tonight!" Bryan White was unsteady on his feet, his gaze a bit unfocused; even though he was drunk, he had quite some strength. He forcefully shook off Morgan Benson's hand and continued to pound on the door, "… Mabel Doyle, open the door! Open up!"
The man's voice was loud, echoing throughout the hallway. Morgan Benson helplessly called Walter Schmidt.
