I'm in a darkened courtyard walking somewhere when a blue pickup/SUV plows through a parked car & screeches off. I try to remember the license number and call 911. I report the hit & run but the police officer on the phone is dismissive. I ask to see his supervisor and we talkin person there in the courtyard. I give him a sheet of paper with several possible license numbers.

The supervisor takes his overweight, older subordinate to a small rivine an dmakes him submerge himself. He's trying to destroy the evidence and has to make a good show of the subordinate injuring himself. He's pretty pissed at this subordinate and also angry at the psychic who works for him.

She shows up on the top of the steps and throws herself off the ledge, trying to commit suicide. She falls to slowly to the bottom and instead only injured herself. She cried at her failed attempt and a man swoops down to rescue her.

He's back at this hideout & the woman's resting. The man is a robot/android, his torso chasis removed, revealing his infrastructure with organs and tubes transporting blood. He's at a complex coffee-maker-like device dispensing blood into a cup and drinking it. His mug has a bunch of text on it extolling the benefits of organic British blood. As he drinks the last of it, he realizes the blood is industrial and not organic and gets annoyed.