<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Austin Callum Crawford</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">I swear I didn’t do it…<br/>Tagging Crazy Man</span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/478a460debcbc.jpg?t=1324234288)</div>It all happened rather fast. One minute Austin was subduing an erratic homeless man in the back of the squad car, the next he was looking at the man’s lifeless body. Austin could tell he was dead, but went through the motions of attempting to revive him. “Shit!” Austin cursed under his breath as he flipped the homeless guy onto his back. The cop interlaced his fingers and pushed on the chest before him.<br/><br/>The last words echoed loudly in Austin’s mind. “It burns!”<br/><br/>As Austin continued his chest compressions his mind attempted to put all the pieces together. It seemed a bit too unnatural. Austin swallowed hard as his breathing became more labored working on the dead man. There was no hope. He noticed one of the detectives motion for the medical examiner. “Don’t you fucking die.” Austin cursed. He thought of Tray momentarily. Austin tried not to curse too much around Tray, he was getting better at it but they still slipped occasionally. It’s not that Tray was overly sensitive or needed to be shielded, but Austin attempted to be a better person around his friend.<br/><br/>Austin shook off the mind wandering and focused again. The homeless man must have seen something. Something that could easily be dismissed as insanity or inebriation. Austin wouldn’t dismiss it so easily. He knew about the other world and what was possible.<br/><br/>The medical examiner approached the squad car and Austin stopped doing compressions. He carefully removed himself from the back to led the ME in for further examination. “Dead.” It was a simple word. They didn’t really need confirmation of death, perhaps the medical examiner was just speaking to himself…or the corpse.<br/><br/>“It burns.” Austin repeated. “Those were his final words, ma’am.” Austin reached into the medical kit and pulled out some wipes to wash his hands. “Might have been liquor or drugs. X, Meth…there’s a whole list of drugs that cause someone to heat up.” He shrugged, hiding his true throughts.<br/>