Adam Morgan walked down the cold New York street with his briefcase in hand. Another day gone by, and another rejection. Inside his briefcase were hundreds and hundreds of pages dedicated to a hero he called "Midnight", and not one comics publisher in town wanted to hear about it. "Tommorow, I'll throw all these away..and I'll start over. If no one wants "Midnight", than neither do I!" He grumbled to himself, as he turned down C street and fumbled in his pockets for his keys. He stepped up to his front door which stood right on the corner of the alley. Farther into the dark he heard a faint rumbling. Adam stuck his key into his apartment door, and the lock clicked. He swung the door open. Suddenly, he heard a groan off to his left. "Hello?" Adam turned, dropping his briefcase. Another moan. Cardboard boxes tumbling. "Is there anyone there?" Adam squinted to get a better look at what, or who, may be down in the alley. Suddenly, a figure darted past him. A Man. "Hey!" Adam called, watching the man run past him and out onto the street. As soon as Adam turned back to the dark, another figure came running. Right into him. Adam and the man fell to the ground. "Get away from here! That bitch 'el get ya!" The man cried, and pushed himself off of Adam, running after his friend. Adam pushed himself to his feet, dusted himself off, and moved into the darkness. Farther into the alley he saw a woman kneeling on the ground. Her hair dangled from her face, and her sweeping trenchcoat covered the ground. As she looked up, their eyes met. "You're a little late, Prince Charming. The bad guys came and the Princess took care of them. The End." The woman smirked, gathering what looked like a purse from the ground. Quickly, she stuck two short sticks into her purse. "Are you all right?" Adam asked, "Do you want me to call the cops or anything?" The woman stood up, and moved toward him. "No. Don't worry about it." "Don't worry about it?!," Adam laughed. "Those guys were, what..trying to rape you? And you're telling me to 'not worry about it?" "It happens all the time," The woman rolled her eyes. "Next time I see them, they won't get away, and they'll be sorry they messed with me." The woman threw her purse over her shoulder, and moved past Adam. At the corner, she turned: "Get inside. I don't want to have to come back here and save a big, strong man like you."