[Light is wandering the hallway, trying his best to avoid those damn sprigs of mistletoe that were oh-so-cleverly hidden in between flimsy decorations. His progress was slow however, considering he stopped to check every single door way for those damn plants. It's when he gets to a door with a small crater outside adorned with unidentifiable smoldering pieces of once shiny holiday miscellanea, he stops to read the name. "Piccolo." He smiled. Of course. This time, you're not going to evade my questions. He knocks on the door.]