I'm hanging out in New York City and a friend is dating Angie Harmon, so somehow she and I end up going to breakfast or lunch and meeting them at the restaurant. It's a tiny greasy spoon that takes her picture and puts it on the wall, the head attatched to a cut out of another body in some funny pose. We order and as I'm about to tell her how cool this is � that I'm hanging out with Angie Harmon, but I don't think of it that way � she sees a cockroach or something and we leave to go somewhere else to eat. Out on the sidewalk, she finds a sneaker and is upset. She starts running and as I follow her, I hear something like radio news reports about an accident or kidnapping in the background. She's faster than me as she breaks off and runs after traffic and we've left Manhattan and we're in Queens � lower buildings and gas stations. At a stop light I catch up to her ans ask where the building is she's running to so I can find it if she loses me. She says, "There isn't one, I fell for it," as if caught in some trap, duped by the decoy of the sneaker. I have a feeling (but don't know for sure) that the sneaker gave her the impression something had happened to Jason Sehorn (yes, now that part is back to normal, he being her real-life fiance). At the intersection, the car she was chasing is at the gas station on the corner, with four or five people inside. One gets out the back passenger door and starts shooting at us. I get the gun from him and shoot at the car as it tries to get away and Angie is inside it now, having run there to try to get to the people who tricked her. I fail and it speeds off and I walk back slowly, wondering how to explain it to the police.