<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>"Everything helps. If you see him or the Chevy again, give me a call?" She dug around in her pockets for a pen and reached for his hand, writing her phone number on the back. "I intend to have a few words with that guy."<br/><br/>Lorraine sighed with relief when the medics finally arrived. She gladly retreated to give them space and whipped out her cellphone, dialling her home number. She left a message on the voice mail, merely stating she'd be home late since there'd been an accident at one of the addresses she'd delivered. She said she was alright and promised to tell them about it later. The second call went to her boss. Glaring at the flat tires of her bike and the smashed pizza's scattered on the ground, she waited for her manager to answer. They wouldn't be happy, but she hoped for some understanding after explaining the situation. Or at least, the part of it she understood...<br/><br/>Juggling the phone with one hand, she pulled the bike to one side where it'd hinder noone.