On the roof...
Marty woke up early and headed for the roof being careful not to wake. Ever since yesterday he had been feeling a little on edge.
Work certainly didn't take his mind off it. Nor had visiting Angel or hanging out in the common room last night.
One could argue it was because Angela wasn't around and the fact she wasn't there was a constant distraction for him.
Most likely it was the note that Angel had written for him and Angela. The one he kept flipping around over and over in his hands.
The content of the note didn't bother him so much as the reason why Angel had probably written it. For some reason it bothered Marty more than he thought it would.
Work certainly didn't take his mind off it. Nor had visiting Angel or hanging out in the common room last night.
One could argue it was because Angela wasn't around and the fact she wasn't there was a constant distraction for him.
Most likely it was the note that Angel had written for him and Angela. The one he kept flipping around over and over in his hands.
The content of the note didn't bother him so much as the reason why Angel had probably written it. For some reason it bothered Marty more than he thought it would.