A man with jet-black hair that seems to be slightly graying can be found piling up a mountain of food. Cherry pie, donuts, anything sugary that he can get his hands on, paired with the richest black coffee that he can find. He scarfs it down in a frenzied state, like one who has not eaten in a very long time. And initially, he speaks to no one and keeps to himself.

After a certain point, he pauses in his excess, mumbles something about needing to remember some self-control, and decides to take a deep breath and eat each bite slowly, savoring it. In between bites, he takes much more care to observe his surroundings, watching the other party-goers curiously and taking in the scents of trees on the breeze, trying to name everything he can.

Eventually, he snaps his head to the person nearest to him at the table and announces in a voice that is both flat and a bit too loud, “Hello. Dale Cooper here. By any chance, do you happen to have a pen and some paper that I can use?”