"Thanks," Lucy says, sitting down next to her with her own can. "That's what I thought when I found it. It felt right." She sips at her root beer, looking around. Yeah -- it's small, but it's home.

She nods understandingly. "Yeah, okay." She looks a little nervous about this, but she really wants this guy or girl caught, and the sooner the better. Life under someone's microscope doesn't suit her in the least.

"First message came about four -- actually, four and a half months ago, I think," Lucy says. "Back then, I thought it might have been a prank -- one of my friends is way into that. But after they started getting nasty, I realized Trevor would have never taken it that far. The last message I got was just three days ago. It's basically your typical creepy-person message -- cut out letters pasted onto a sheet of paper, spelling out 'Bad girl, your sins betray you.'" She sighs and takes a swig of root beer. "It was mixed into the rest of my mail in the mailbox in the lobby. Folded up into an envelope -- no postage, though. Envelope was completely blank, in fact. The other ones arrived in similar envelopes, but they typically ended up in my dressing room." She looks disgusted for a moment. "That's pleasant, coming back from doing a show and discovering someone wrote you a hate note."