<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>A shiver crept up her spine. She remembered Greg's eyes and the odd lumps that had bubbled under his skin. Her throat went dry at the memory. What had made him run off? "Yes", she said. "I believe you. He's different."<br/><br/>When the beeping started, "Lorraine looked about her distractedly until her eyes honed in on the fallen phone. "OH crap, I forgot." She pushed the green phone icon and brought the phone to her ear. "Hey. It's Lorraine. Sorry about that. We have a situation here. Can't talk right now. Will explain once I'm back. Better punch me off the clock, might take awhile." She didn't wait for an answer and broke the connection, slightly bowing towards the young woman again.<br/><br/>"It will be alright." She said.<br/><br/>When she spoke to the young man her voice was hushed, as to hopefully escape notice from the girl. "Can we move her?" She discretely tipped her head to indicate the other door where smoke curled into the room. "I don't want to open that with her in this room. God knows what's on the other side."<br/><br/>