<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Carter_zps46a545ae.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Darren Phaeton/  Phoebus<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Field<br/><strong>Doing</strong>:  checking in on Abe<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Abe, Isabella, Athon<br/><br/><br/>Nonplussed, Darren eyed the fierce young woman and raised a placating hand. "Mr Casey isn't in trouble. Someone was spiking drinks at the club he was performing at and I'm fairly certain he's a victim, along with quite a few others. I'm simply hoping that a urine test might still show any chemicals in his system for when I catch the bastard that did this and to cover any possible complications that might affect Mr Casey." Scrounging into his pockets, he pulled out a wallet and a shattered smartphone. "And I believe these are yours?"<br/><br/>Abe was clearly torn between relief and horror, searching through the wallet and giving his beloved phone a mournful look. "Man, that thing took me forever to save up for too. Thanks for bringing it back, Sheriff."<br/><br/>"Any time. You know where the science building is, right?"<br/><br/>Abe nodded wearily and Darren patted his shoulder. "Hit up room 2B, that's where my lab tech's lair is. Sally'll take care of you. Maybe I'll stick around and take your place at practice."<br/><br/>Chuckling weakly at the attempt at humor, Abe flashed a pathetic smile at the girl he felt he'd ruined his chances with and crept away, clinging to his destroyed phone like a lifeline. Concerned, Darren turned to the cheerleader and noticed that another student had joined them.<br/><br/>"He doesn't look to good. Would one of you mind going with him? Or if there's an extra pair of hands that can be spared? I'd go myself, but I'd like to speak with his coach to explain what's going on."