<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>"OH... Great." She stared at the company bike and then deliberately turned her back on it to help the young man make the girl as comfortable as they could. "What's keeping that ambulance?" She fretted, straightening to look down the road. Once again she dialled 911. "Piledriver Lane again. We have a fire and need that ambulance desperately. What's their ETA?"<br/><br/>