Tommy sat quietly on the roof of his apartment building. This is where he went whenever fights between Wilbur and Phil got bad. The roof was a lonely, serene place where Tommy could watch the stars and forget about all that was happening at home. His arms were scattered with bandaids and small bruises and his hair didn't look the best taken care of. He flinched at the sound of the roof door opening, he didn't expect anyone else to come up here at this time of night. He cautiously looked over.