"Oh please, don't get up." She hurried towards the older man, extending her hand. "I'm Lorraine Wells, and I'm afraid I'm the reason Vince and I are here at this hour. I apologize but Vince told me you know a lot of these things and we, or I, really don't know where else to go. It's all so strange and Vince said you'd understand." She stopped to come up for air and dealt Nathaniel a breathless smile. As she had explained to Vince on the way over she was just a pizza courier with an interesting job on the side. Nothing illegal, as she had reassured him, just some stunt driving for a theatre show. She'd dragged her hand through her dark locks and smiled broadly, just thinking of the speed and freedom her bike offered. Few understood the intricacies of stunt driving, the kind of control necessary to convey the illusion of effortless driving, but she thought Vince might. He wasn't the average bloke. She told him more about her driving than she'd even told her family; to him she'd admitted it was an addiction, that adrenaline rush just before the stunts.<br/><br/>"Alyssa is in a coma and they're not sure if she'll recover. The police is asking questions and so far, it all adds up, but what if Brandon cracks under pressure and tells them what he was really doing? Greg set the place on fire, which isn't all that bad now that I think of it. I wouldn't know what to say if they'd found that room. I can't explain Greg to them, they'd think I was crazy, and Vince... he's seen him too and worse. And I don't understand anything of it." Lorraine's voice trailed off and silence remained. Her bottom lip quivered and she felt the strain in her legs from the long walk. Weariness seeped into every part of her body and all she wanted was to sleep for days. Even Nathaniel's floor started to look appealing and she longed to sink down and let her eyes drift shut. She had messaged Jason that she'd help in whatever way she could. Perhaps she could stop by at the office tomorrow? It might not do much good but she had to make the effort, and she had said as much to Vince after she'd sent the message.<br/><br/>It was one thing to remain strong while the need for action kept her on her feet but now, with the scent of incense thick in the air, Lorraine fought to keep her eyes open. Her gaze drifted over the magazines and assorted objects and then towards their host. UFO's. Strange burnt bodies. On any other day she'd might have made the looney gesture. Not today. Her smile regained some its strength. "It's a pleasure to meet you", she said.<br/>