9-1-1.

Three: Future Tense.

The 118 race to save a man under siege by his high-tech smart home, and a yoga teacher who has lost her vision. Athena hints down a bank robber disguised by Covid protocols. Meanwhile, Ashleigh confides in maddening, Hen clashes with her antagonising medical school lab partner and members of the 118's crew prep for an out-of-state mission.

A guy was sleeping in bed when he was woken by a device chirping...

"Morning, Hildy. Good morning." Anthony muttered.

"Good morning, Anthony. The time is 8:04 a.m. The current temperature in Los Angeles is 73 degrees and sunny."

The curtains opened by themselves, and Anthony threw the covers off of himself, sitting up.

"Today, it will be sunny with a forecasted high of 82 and a low of 64."

"So why is it so cold in here? Hey, Hildy, turn off the air conditioning." Anthony mumbled, standing up from the bed.

"Turning off air conditioning."

"Hildy, brew coffee." Anthony said, walking down the stairs.

"Brewing coffee now."

"Hildy, play some happy music." Anthony said, opening the fridge and grabbing the milk.

The speakers began blasting heavy rock metal, making Anthony drop the milk and covering his ears.

"Hildy, change the music! Hildy, change music. Hildy, change the music." Anthony says.

Anthony looked over at the coffee machine, seeing the coffee overflowing and the music stopping.

"And Hildy, stop the coffee. Hildy, stop coffee!" Anthony shouted.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to help with that."

Anthony grabbed a towel, wiping up the spilled coffee, and pulled the plug.

"What the hell, Hildy?" Asked Anthony.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to help with that."

A few minutes later, Anthony walked into the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey, Hildy. Start morning shower." Anthony tells her.

"Starting shower. Setting water temperature to 99 degrees."

"Perfect." Anthony murmured, climbing into the shower.

A woman was at home, seeing Anthony on her tablet, having hacked into the cameras.

"Screw you, Anthony. Lukewarm. Just like you. I think we need to turn it up." She muttered, turning the temperature of the water up.

"Raising temperature now. Temperature rising."

"Ooh! Hot! Hot! Hildy. Hildy, stop!" Anthony shouted, slipping and landing on the floor of the shower.

"Stopping shower."

She zoomed in on the picture, seeing blood on the wall.

"Aw, crap." She whispered.

Maddie: "911. What's your emergency?"

Woman: "Hi, can you please send an ambulance to 6643 Mapleton Drive? A man has been... injured."

Maddie: "What is the nature of the injury?"

Woman: "My boyfriend fell in the shower. I think he hit his head."

Maddie: "Help is on the way. Can you tell me if he's still breathing?"

Woman: "Hard to tell. I think so."

Maddie: "If you place your hand below his nose, you should be able to feel him exhale, even if it's subtle."