<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>"Forget this!" the one who wasn't caked in blood yelled, rushing over towards the car.  Naturally, he made sure to take the pizza with him.  "I'm not going to jail for your weird stuff."<br/><br/>As Greg stared at her, watching her determination and meeting her gaze, something about her seemed to force him back.  It seemed to be a new force of personality or inherent power which had come to the forefront from Lorraine's nature, but he staggered back and couldn't quite bring himself to face her.  Soon he started to run as well, leaving the bloodstained door unguarded.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, on the phone, a tired young woman answered with no real concern for anyone on the other end.  "911, what's your emergency?" she asked, getting ready to ditch the caller onto one of the others as quickly as she could.