<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>"I'm alright." She said quietly. "The girl is the one who got hurt, and Brandon. By the time I got here..." She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself as the breeze carried the scent of smoke. "I... I deliver pizzas for PizzAmore."<br/><br/>"There was this guy, who opened the door. He ran. And another. Brandon told me his name was Greg. He..." Her voice faltered. She had not given it all much thought until now. It had all been surreal at first, and after that, there hadn't been time. Now she was forced to think and the reality hit. Hard.<br/><br/>"Oh, God." She whispered, staring off into the smoke.<br/><br/>She swallowed and tried again.<br/><br/>"My name is Lorraine. Lorraine Wells..." Listing her address and her phone number Lorraine went on. Occasionally she fell silent, but mostly she rambled on, telling Jason Zorcaster what had happened from the moment she'd heard the cry from the house and Greg, covered in blood, had come out.<br/><br/>"And we had to run out and wait here. For the ambulance." She finished. "We couldn't leave her alone, you see. Brandon helped her. I don't know anything about medical care, but he does. Do you think she'll make it? Can I visit her in the hospital?"