<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>Lorraine's boss gave a squawk of indignation, saying something about the other pizzas before he was cut off.  They would no doubt be paid for with her salary, but such matters surely didn't seem as important at the moment.<br/><br/>The man nodded, doing his best to help lift up the badly wounded woman.  She didn't have it in her to fight or argue, and he was starting to panic.  The new smoke wasn't helping the man's breathing any.  "I don't want to move her, but I think we're going to have to," he said with another hacking cough.  Keeping the victim in both of his arms, he had to turn his head to keep from spraying either of them.  "I think Greg set the house on fire.  There's no other exits to this room."  He was starting to panic.  "What do we do?"