I'm at a house which isn't familiar, but I live there. There's this guy after me, like he's trying to kill me, but I seem to be safe in the house. I'm watching him outside, and he apparently has the keys to my truck, which is parked out on the street, and he's getting in and out of it, using it as his base of operations. I'm thinking that if I time it right, when he isn't nearby, I can run out there real fast and take the keys away. But I'll need another key in case he locks it; I think I have one around here somewhere.

Then later I'm walking along a street with my colleague Joe, and he suddenly indicates for me to step into this little liquor store, the kind with a big garage door that closes at night. I do, and then looking back out into the street, I see a guy in slow-motion, throwing a lit cigarette into a puddle on the street, which explodes into a wall of flame, right up to the door to the store.

I look around in the store, but there isn't any liquor, just a small collection of weird, uninteresting things. I joke with Joe that it's a liquor store without any liquor.

Then I'm walking along the street with the guy who tried to kill me. I tell him that they should give up; we already killed several of their guys, and we won't stop, we will hunt them down and kill them.