So I hear banging and shouting and anger coming from upstairs and in my foyer thing for an hour. I thought it was due to wind or something falling because of it (because it's windy as fuck right now). Then I heard...human snarling and panting. I decide that it's unacceptable for anyone to be making such an angry racket at 3am so I go and see if I got some crazy deranged person in front of my door. Turns out to be a pretty normal guy.

Me: "Hey. So are you all right?"
Him: "No. No I'm not all right."
Me: "Well, can I help you with anything?"
Him: "..."
Me: "Do you want to sit on my couch or something and keep warm?"
Him: "No. Well. Okay."

Turns out he's a friend of a guy from upstairs. He came down from Maine to stay the weekend, but they got in a huge fight. The upstairs dude won't let him in or give him his stuff, and he can't leave without his shit.

Me: "Well that sucks."
Him: "Yeah man, sorry to meet you under these circumstances."
Me: "No problem. Want some tea?"

I hear some people knocking on the door. It's the police. So evidently the neighbors were worried or the upstairs guy is a douche for call the police on his friend. I tried to explain the situation because my guest was failing at it, but they were still kind of confused why he was in my apartment when his issues were from upstairs.

Police: "Were you the one who called the police?"
Me: "...No."
Police: "Okay, we don't need you anymore."

Well, I did my duty, and now I hear angry people upstairs. I hope all goes well for you weary traveller.