She is in the basement of a London department store, being pursued by an army of shop-window dummies. Just when it looks as if she's going to be dismembered, Eccleston appears behind her, introduces himself, and urges her to run for her life. You wonder which direction she ought to flee - away from the plastic monsters in neatly ironed leisurewear, or away from this leering, goggle-eyed, jugeared bloke in a leather trench coat.