Phoebe had been heading up to the roof when she had
gotten the call from Veronica. What V had told her just added to her confusion and paranoia. Someone was out to get them and for the life of her she couldn't figure out why, or who would do such a thing. Between yesterday and this morning, she was really beginning to think a visit to Locker #327 would be much less traumatic.
She got up on the roof and found a comfortable corner to think and watch the stars.
This week had been weird and painful.
[[OOC: Open for all your late night roofly needs. Thread with Cole locked to him.]]