A/N - This story is set in Washington DC in 2027, 25 years after Day One. The characters involved are those who are still alive as of the last episode of Day Seven that was shown, plus a couple of OCs.

Washington, DC - Friday, November 19th, 2027, 11.45pm

Kim Bauer was, rather recklessly, walking alone down the by now deserted street towards her home. After enjoying a drink with her friends from work, she was looking forward to a hot bath before climbing into her warm bed. Such plans, however, had to be put out of mind when a shadowy figure jumped out of an alley and blocked her path. As Kim was a fairly small woman, and her would be attacker a fairly large man, she felt panicked, but tried her hardest not to let it show.

"Just give me whatever cash ya got, lady, and I won't harm you", the man spoke in an harsh voice, the bulge of his gun evident in his pocket as he stared at Kim with cold eyes. Kim decided to trust the man and was about to hand over her money when a loud bang shattered the eerie silence. Looking around quickly, she realised that another shadowy figure had appeared, baseball bat in hand, out of nowhere. he had given her mugger one hell of a whack to the back of the head. She stared at him unsure for a minute. He seemed to be thin and of average height, but that was all she was able to tell, as the man was covered in black clothing - black sneakers, black gloves, black coat, black balaclava.

"Are you gonna rob me, too?", Kim asked, her voice not fearful, but curious. The man chuckled, and she could tell that he was quite young. He stepped forwards slightly, and Kim grew nervous again. He took a card out of his pocket and gently placed it in Kim's palm, before closing her dainty fingers over it. Looking up at her, Kim could tell that the man had kind eyes. They looked at each other for a minute, before the man let go of her hand. He turned around and walked away as if nothing extraordinary had just happened. When Kim couldn't see him anymore, she opened her hand and looked at the card. It was about the same size as a business card, one people handed out with phone numbers on. This card, however, had no numbers on it at all. Stamped onto the card was a black rose and, underneath, was writing in red ink, which simply read,"Righting her wrongs".