Quite a Few at 3

As Oscar returned back to his curious room at Watershed Heights, he decided to have a nice lay down. His head had suddenly become heavier than an elephants left hoof. His encounter with the strange prostitute who had treated him so rudely, truly left his mind in a whirl. It also could have been to the fact that it was 3AM and he had been out committing his usual sins all night. As Oscar sat down on his bed, his mind rushed back to '36. He was still in a daze and his mind could not place his purpose in the present. After a few moments on strenuous pondering through the past, Oscar had made up his mind. His vice may have made this easier, but he came to the conclusion that it did not matter how he arrived to the current day and age. The real question was why it was snowing outside. Oscar's gaze shifted to the window where an unattractive mix of snow and ice was accumulating on his windowsill. At the same time as Oscar began to feel his thoughts slipping from him, he heard the shouts of an angered tenant down the hall. He would have not typically investigated, but since he was new to this place he figured he should assimilate the best he could, whilst having a looksee down the hall. As he entered the hallway, the direction of the sound came to Oscar from the last door on the right. Oscar approached the door and found a bald eagle knocker staring back at him, and he felt as if the shouts were coming from the eagle itself, but Oscar's wit told him otherwise. The pains of a veteran rang in his ears, as the eyes of the eagle burned through him.