Spies, or possibly just freelance trouble-makers

I've been watching a bunch of old-school Doctor Who episodes lately.  As usual, it's just a smattering of episodes across nearly four decades, but I almost managed to keep them in order.  I think some of my favorites are those that involve the other Time Lords, where the writers were challenged to come up with not just theoretical technology of the future, but technology that lies at the outer edges of reason.  They didn't always succeed, but it's always interesting to watch the attempt.

Agents
    I was somwehere in Europe with Audrey, my friend/partner.  It may have been Nice, France.  We were in a coffee shop discussing our search for Julie, who had gone missing in the area under mysterious circumstances.  Concluding we should search her usual haunts first, we left the shop.  On the way out, I got another latte to go.
    Audrey drove through the winding cobbled streets while I sat in the passenger seat enjoying my coffee.  The steering wheel was on the wrong side for Europe, though it may have just been an American car.  The third location we visited was a bar.  It was very similar to a wonderful bar in Cork, Ireland, but had three stories.  Audrey climbed the stairs to the second floor and called out that she'd found Julie's table.  The bartender eyed me and my latte suspiciously.
    We sat at the table and Audrey closed her eyes, laying her hands flat on the tabletop.  After a moment she opened her eyes.  "I know where she is."  Audrey was psychic.
    I touched the table too and got a faint impression of a map with a vaguely orange splotch on it in the general location of where Julie was.  My psychic powers were nowhere near as strong as Audrey's.  Normally I'm the protagonist in my dreams, but this time it seemed I was letting Audrey take the lead.
    Hurrying to the street, we leapt into the car and raced to the place.  It tyrned out to be an old overgrown garden with a large stone fountain in the center.  The metal gate was locked but the stone wall surrounding the area was old and crumbling, and it was easy for us to climb over it.
    Julie was sitting by the fountain, apparently no worse for wear.  "You made it!" she exclaimed happily when she saw us.  She was unable to say more before a helecoptor flew overhead and she jumped to her feet.  "How could they have followed you?" she cried.  "You should have been able to lose them easily with the directions I gave you."
    Audrey and I looked at each other in confusion.  I said, "We didn't get any directions.  We followed your psychic trace."
    "Oh.  We might be in trouble then."
    The three of us ran to the gate where Julie took a moment to unlock it.  Our car had already been overturned on its side and was immobile.  I walked calmly toward the six waiting men and women, waving Audrey and Julie away behind my back.  "This may take some time to explain," I said slowly.

Then I woke up.