<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>"I don't...I don't know..." the man replied as he helped bandage up the girl.  "It was his eyes...something about Greg is so different."  He still coughed as he spoke, but at least he was understandable.  "I know you won't believe me, but it was like," he said as he hacked up the smoke, "like he was in my mind, making me do this stuff."<br/><br/>The scent of smoke was reasonably strong in the room, but not only because of the billowing darkness inside.  There was more smoke billowing in from the adjacent door to the rest of the house, and the doorknob was starting to fog over.  The woman closed her eyes but kept on breathing, conserving her energy as best she could to just hang on and make it through.  It was hard to say if she would, but so much would depend on when the ambulance got to the house.<br/><br/>Once more Lorraine's cell phone started to ring.  The caller ID said that it was PizzAmore, so most likely her manager.<br/>