Aspen rushes through the crowd of people, looking around frantically. It never gets easier, taking care of Harry, but usually she has more to go off of than a string of unreadable texts. She’s tried all of her usual methods to hunt him down and nothing -- his location has been turned off (on purpose, she suspects) and none of her calls were going through.  Feeling desperate, she reaches out and grabs the nearest person by the arm. “Hey,” She says, completely deserting the pleasant Aspen Montgomery for a wretched one. “I need you to focus -- if you’ve seen a skinny guy with dark hair stumbling around you need to tell me now.”