<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>The young man just nodded, still trembling but willing to follow her lead.  "My car should still be here," he said.  The girl wasn't responding anymore, but she was still breathing.  He used one hand to cover his mouth, and put his fingers gently over hers to try to make a sort of mask.  It was difficult, but he was quickly getting the hang of matters.<br/><br/>The fire was going, but it wasn't too bad just yet.  Still, the smoke was thick and eye-watering, which didn't mean as much to a daredevil stunt driver who was used to pyrotechnics, but much more difficult for the man carrying a nearly dead woman.<br/><br/>They both made it out the door, where the fire was clearly starting to consume the house from the inside out.  Her motorcycle was still there, but the pizzas had been thrown to the ground and the tires had been slashed.  He started moving over towards the red Jeep in the driveway, coughing even now.