<strong>Lorraine - Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>Brandon simply nodded, pulling out his cell phone once he had her number and dialing it in to give her a call.  "Here's my number.  I'm going to try to avoid him personally, but I expect he'll be up on campus if you want to try to talk to him, or something."<br/><br/>The medics quickly got to work, taking the woman out from the back seat of the car and into the back of the ambulance.  She wasn't moving, and her breathing was too shallow to be easily seen, but at least she still seemed to be barely alive.<br/><br/>A police car showed up a few minutes later, a middle-aged woman showing her badge to Brandon and Lorraine.  "Good evening," she said politely.  "My name is Angela Varest.  I have a few questions for you.  First, is there anyone else in the house?"<br/><br/>"No," Brandon started to say, and as they went off to the side, Angela spoke into her walkie-talkie.<br/><br/>The other police officer, a younger man with clean-cut brown hair, smiled a little bit wider as he got a good look at Lorraine.  "Hey there," he told her.  "My name's Jason Zorcaster.  Would you mind a few questions about what's been going on here?"<br/>