Isaac looked at Louis worriedly as helicopters, both police and fire department were flying towards the now blazing inferno.

[i]Maybe we did hit a gas line.[/i] 
The sky was slowly darkening as the sun was creeping under the horizon, black smoke rising to the stars.

"I have some medical stuff at my place. You don't look too bad, just banged up." Isaac said inspecting the biker, a few scrapes here and there, fresh bruises soon to form no doubt. 
Holes littered Louis clothes more so than originally thought, a guilty feeling slowly surrounding Isaac. The three quickened their pace through the streets, making sure to take as many alleys and dim lit areas as the drug dealers and transients of the lower districts pushed pass them to either help subdue the fire, or to flee from it. None of these people had homes, but they were doing what they could to save what little they had.

"We have to fix this." Isaac muttered under his breath, upping his pace to a slight jog

"Not now." Louis whispered, following suit after

"How far to your place?" the biker asked as he caught up

Isaac looked up the buildings growing in height, "A few more blocks, near college avenue."

Within the roar of the city, people seemed unaffected by the fire. The usual chatter of shopping malls and coffee shops infected the air as the subtle crashing of the ocean waves hit the sea walls and piers. They turned onto the apartment block where Isaac's penthouse stood, and it was almost completely silent, except for the occasional car passing by. Just silence. 
The three climbed the small set of stairs to the front door as Isaac entered the code on the keypad, Louis turned facing the street, making sure no one was looking at them. Isaac held the door open and nodded for the biker to enter the lobby, and the door closing behind the three.
The three stepped into the elevator, but as the doors closed, the fractals began to show glimpse of different parts of the city, the forever-awake skyscrapers, the calm of the suburbs, the scattered, smoldering buildings of the industrial park, and the grocery store of all places. The three got off on Isaac's floor. Normal sight returned. A sigh of relief left his mouth.

Isaac burst through his door and went straight for the fishing gear box still sitting unkempt on the coffee table. Isaac looked at Louis then quickly to the door, almost instinctively, Louis reacted with the same motion of Isaac's eyes.
Isaac set his eyes on the biker.
"So, take a seat, and we can begin."