Note: This follows after my fictional Season 6 Europe, which I recommend you read but here's what you need to know for this season, a complete 24 hour season

Note: This follows after my fictional Season 6 Europe, which I recommend you read but here's what you need to know for this season, a complete 24 hour season. It was written before but deleted by the mods so I'm re-writing it so some things may be different. I mean, most people didn't care much for the real Season 6 so whatever you know.

Season 6 Europe takes place 4 months after the real Season 5. Season 7: Dark Forces takes place 7 years after Season 6 Europe in the year 2019. How far into the future this is matters to the story greatly. In this world:

- Jack and Audrey are married and have two 12 year old twins, a boy and a girl
- James Heller is the President of the United States. In S6 Europe, Mike Novick was the VP but he decided to resign following events in that season and to spend more time with his family (which is featured prominently in that season)
- Chase and Kim have gotten back together and are raising Angela, now age 16
- In S6 Europe, written before the real Season 6, Curtis did indeed die and Jack's father in that season does turn out to be evil, brainwashed by Muslim terrorists
- Graham is not Jack's brother, BXJ Technologies does not exist
- Chloe and Morris broke up. In S6 Europe, she met an analyst from Indianapolis named Ray
- Shari, the hot redhead, is still at CTU
- Cheng Zhi, Aaron Pierce and Richard Heller died in Season 6 Europe

NOTE: THIS CAN BE A CONTROVERSIAL AND NON POLITICALLY CORRECT SEASON (EVEN BY 24 STANDARDS) AND IS POLITICAL IN ITS PREMIERE. PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE SEASON BEFORE PASSING JUDGEMENT ON THIS STORY.

Disclaimer: This story is meant for entertainment purposes. It is set in a future America, not the present day. This future is by no means inevitable, but it is possible. The author does not intend to defame any national or ethnic groups and apologizes prematurely for any offenses taken.

PREQUEL

PREVIOUSLY on 24...FROM the FINALE OF SEASON 6 EUROPE

EAST END STREETS

"Agent Bauer and his team have breached the mosque compound!" the SAS team leader shouted into the radio as a split screen showed Jack on a rooftop overhang over an Islamic-styled courtyard, the team laying down volleys of withering gunfire against enemies in the courtyard and tossing grenades, explosions tearing through the structure, breaking windows and sending cement walls crumbling to the ground. More terrorists were pouring into the streets outside, even worse than the scenes earlier in Paris given the East End's narrow streets.
A giant fireball rose in the horizon past the mosque as a CTU team was hit by a set of improvised explosive devices hidden under a manhole cover. Four out of the ten agents survived but immediately came under heavy fire. One agent crouched under a rusty old car but gunmen from the rooftop fired mercilessly until the car exploded, showering the area with more flames. Jack's team still had six men left after losing several in the previous gunfights.

Humair Tahir burst into the room where Jack had been and saw it littered with the bodies of terrorists. Above, Jack, Chloe and the other agents hopped onto the ledge of a brick tenement building attached to an ornate mosque. "The command center is in the midsection between these two structures!" Jack shouted.
As they crouched by a fire escape, they engaged several hostiles on the street, spraying a terrorist patrol with gunfire and sending remaining civilians scrambling for cover. Thick plumes of smoke were now rising over the East End.

CTU
A screen showed two missiles fired from a British jet strike a guardhouse in the mosque compound, demolishing it and terrorists looking dazed.
"Jack, I think we've achieved the element of surprise and there's no additional activity around the command center."
"Good, I'm going to split up my team, have us converge in the center."
His PDA showed the target area on the third floor of the five-story buildings.

LONDON SKIES
"Uxbridge Tower, this is Echo Seven-niner-five," the RAF pilot radioed as his F-16 Fighting Falcon jet careened across the sky at near supersonic speeds, "We are approaching the target area and awaiting further orders."
"Roger, Echo seven niner five, stay in orbit around the target zone, maintaining heading 56 degrees from your current position to Finsbury and then…"

"Freeze!" Jack screamed, drawing his pistol, "Dad, move away from the bomb now! Don't make me do this!"
Clyde was no longer responding. He aimed to fire at Jack but he was out of ammo just as Jack was with the assault rifle. Jack raised his pistol but closed his eyes, his fingers trembling.
"Yaffa! Rashid!" Clyde said in Arabic into his Blackberry, "I'm getting something, I can override CTUs' program if I have more time, get more men here!"

Chloe screamed as bullets whizzed all around her as they went into a dark prayer room filled with columns, adjacent to a storage area. The other CTU agent engaged three hostiles in gunfire, taking one of them down but both he and Chloe ducked. Two more terrorists came, and the CTU agent could only take out one before he was shot in the back.
Humair Tahir motioned for his men to follow as he checked the dead CTU agent's body to make sure he was dead. "There's someone else, a woman, I think she went that way!" he said in Arabic, motioning for his men to sweep the area with their weapons ready.
"Jack, you can't shoot me because you know I'm right, you know my cause is just, and deep down, you know you should join me," Clyde said.

Jack kicked away a chair, destroying a computer workstation in sparks. "You…I'm stronger than you think, dad. I've been through a lot of stuff too over the years. "China, Mexico, Bosnia, CTU!!"
"Jack, there's still a chance for you," Clyde said, obviously shaken by the latest battle, "Take the oath of allegiance to Allah, for He is merciful and will forgive your sins if you commit to the Dar al-Islam and the cause of jihad."

Jack fired three shots, including one that scrapped his father's arm. "This is OVER! STEP AWAY NOW. YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" There were now tears running down Jack's face. "Dad, look at me, there's gotta be another way."
Clyde had a steely expression on his face as he manipulated the program. "Almost done…"
"JACK!" Chloe shouted, "I'm under attack, there are five hostiles converging on my position."
Jack heard Chloe's voice in his ear but he was numb, looking at his father.

CTU
"Jack, this is Audrey, Jack are you there??"
"Yeah," he said shaken.
"Chloe's under fire, you need to take your father down now!"
"Audrey, stay out of this!" Jack shouted, nearly unnerved by the situation.
"Jack…"

"Bill, I said shut up, all of you."
Audrey squeezed her phone hard as her message traveled through to Jack's ear. "Jack, your father died ten years ago. The patriot, the CTU agent, is not coming back and you can't change the past. You lost your father the moment he was captured in Yemen! Its Sheik Ravid's fault, not yours, and there's nothing you can do. His death will not be on yours hands, it's on Ravid's."

Jack didn't' seem to be listening as he cocked the gun, still not being able to pull the trigger as Clyde fumbled with the neutron bomb.
"Ravid killed your real father, the man who raised you, and in his place came this …terrorist! But I'm telling you, if you don't snap into yourself right now, if Chloe dies, HER death WILL be on your hands, and you WILL regret it for the rest of your life, Jack. I don't want you to have to live with this! FOCUS, Jack!" Audrey was screaming.

"I'm sorry," Jack said, trembling as he fired a single shot that struck Clyde between the eyes, his father's lifeless body slumping over the neutron bomb and its attached laptop computer. Jack then rushed past Yaffa's unconscious form and emptied a gun clip on it, killing the rabid animal who stole his father from him all those years ago.

Jack rushed through the prayer room In the hall, he heard Humair shouting in Arabic.
"Yallah! Yallah! Nazadine! Over there!" Humair barked.
Jack picked up an AK-47 from a dead terrorist and opened fired from behind, striking three terrorists. A fourth one opened fired but Jack swung over a marble column and sprayed the area with bullets, several of them finding him. Jack rushed past the man moaning on the floor and blasted him in the chest.

Humair fired several shots after Chloe as she fled down a dark corridor into an area of the mosque under construction. The floor gave way and Chloe tumbled several feet down into a pile of plaster. She fired two shots that struck Rashid's arm and leg, but then her gun jammed.

"It's over, you American whore," Rashid said in Arabic as he raised his gun over the hole in the floor.
"HEY!" Jack shouted, firing shots as he charged down the hall.
Humair turned with several weapons blazing away, but Jack's guns spit out fire much more furiously, dozens of bullets discharging and all of them finding Rashid's heavyset body, the man falling down into the hole. Jack heard Chloe scream as she pushed the dead man's body off of her.
"All clear!"

HOBBY AIRPORT, HOUSTON
In the Sunbelt employees lounge, Suz Novick met with her father.
"Oh, my Kylie," Mike said, embracing his daughter and rubbing her flight attendant pin.

"Its going to okay, sweetie," he said, "Jim has already promised to pardon me of anything I'm ever convicted of stemming from this, so the Attorney General knows it's a lost cause."
"Dad," Suz said between tears, "I…I do what I do because I love it. I love being in the air, going places, meeting new people every day. But politics is your thing, and I can't bear to think you're giving up the White House just for me and my friends. You should be able to do what you love too."

"It's not just that, Kylie," Mike said, "I've told Jim it would have been this way regardless. Pete's going to be Vice President now, and with a running mate with a last name of Ricardo-Sanchez, he just might have a shot at winning California. Kylie, all these years have made me realize something. I've always been advising presidents, but when I'm the one making decisions that affects millions of lives around the world, its different. I don't think I'm up to that."
"Really, dad?"

He nodded. "Like Clint Eastwood once said, a man's gotta known his limitations."
"So what now?" Suz asked making sure her pin was perfectly attached to her uniform, one that she would probably never wear again, though the Southeast ones were pleasant too.

"I'm going to fly with you to California along with Jim and the crew, endorse him, cook at the soup kitchen this afternoon, and if you can request to fly back two days from now instead of tonight, I'd say we spend a few days out there, go through the wine country, plus a day in San Francisco. And after that, well, I want to be here with you and your brothers, we're gonna go get those dinner breakfasts at Waffle House like your mother used to do, and I'm going to watch my favorite daughter make it to the top of Southeast Airlines."

"I'm your only daughter," she said, both of them laughing for the first time that day, "But you got my vote."
"That's the one that really counts, Kylie," Mike said to her.

HARBIN, CHINA, ON THE RUSSIAN BORDER
"This is impossible," Cheng Zhi said in the phone to Premier Chang Xien-Jing in Beijing, "Wu's loyalty is unquestionable…what….he was summarily executed in London?? With all due respect, Comrade Paramount Leader, I have only acted in the best interests of China and…Wu was innocent, the Americans did everything, they framed him…"
"That may be, but intent does not equal results," the Chinese Premier said, "And the work of the Communist Revolution does not have room for mistakes. Not only have you allowed the Americans to get away with murdering Comrade Koo Yin, you destroyed everything we have spent years working toward. You will return to Beijing immediately to answer to us. The soldiers there will escort you to your plane."

"Comrade Paramount Leader, will you allow me just a few moments alone?"
"Of course, Comrade Cheng."
Cheng Zhi slowly walked into his private quarters and closed the door behind him. A single gunshot rang out, then the soldiers outside heard his body dropping and the gun clanging to the floor.

CTU EUROPE
Jack and Audrey stood together over Bill's desk as Jack signed his resignation form.
Bill gave a tired smile and said, "If you need good references for your next job, you don't need to look any further."
"Thanks, Bill, it's been an honor."
"You…you're going to be back in L.A. once the Games end, right?"
"Yeah, at least for a while. We all need to get back together then, with the old crew and all. You know, this place will always be part of me wherever I go, and in the end its not Nina Meyers or Christopher Henderson I'll remember, its people like you, and Shari, everyone else who got us through days like this, and also the people who are no longer with us."

"I know, Jack, I know. But working here, you realize every day is a gift, and I want you and Audrey to go to the Games tomorrow, relax, cheer on Team USA. That's an order."
"Hey, I don't work for you anymore, Bill."
"Well, just a piece of friendly advice then."
Morris went to embrace Chloe, but she turned away and shoved her hand in his face, Morris then looking dejected and going to Shari, who also looked at him with disgust.
"Thanks for taking advantage of me during the crisis," she said, "Now get away from me. I can't believe you got me to hurt Chloe like that. Besides, if you're willing to dump her for me, you'll probably dump me for someone else."

Chloe and Shari exchanged a friendly smile, then Chloe walked over to Ray, who was shutting down his computer. He had a Toby Keith CD that he was putting away.

"Now tell me TK isn't your password," she said with a smile.
"Oh, no, I'm not that obvious," Ray replied. "You know, Chloe, maybe you should try out this CD, ya'know. Get to know the world outside Los Angeles."

Chloe smiled as she took the CD from his, their hands softly brushing each other. "Maybe…..maybe…."

SOUTHEAST AIRLINES FLIGHT 270

James Heller, Mike Novick, Suz Novick, and Peter Ricardo-Sanchez saluted solemnly out different plane windows as the flag-draped coffin of Agent Aaron Pierce was loaded into the cargo hold of the Boeing 737 jetliner by a military honor guard which fired a 21 gun salute.

Suz made eye contact with those three men sitting in Row 5 on the plane's left side and spoke into the intercom in the pleasant voice that made her so well loved by passengers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Sunb…Southeast Airlines flight 270 nonstop service to Oakland. My name's Suz and I'll be the head of the cabin crew here today. Our flight time to Oakland will be three hours and forty-five minutes and we'll be serving you refreshments once the captain turns off the seat belt sign. Currently in Oakland it is 65 degrees with winds out of the southwest, clear skies, a quintessentially California day if there ever is one. Once again, thank you for flying Southeast, and prepare for takeoff."
She took a seat near the front of the plane and a smile spread across her face as the Texan sunlight danced across it, illuminating her pretty features and she winked at her father. The jet sailed smoothly down the runway and took off toward the west.

CTU-EUROPE
Jack and Audrey stood alone on the CTU rooftop, holding each other tightly. Their fingers crossed one another's as Jack gave his her an intimate embrace, their lips, then their tongues touching one another's, Audrey's blonde hair flickering in a light breeze.
The clock ticks away as the song ("Feels Like Today" by Rascal Flatts) ends.

3 YEARS AFTER THE END OF SEASON 6 EUROPE

GRAND JUNCTION, COLORADO – 11:25 AM MOUNTAIN DAYLIGHT TIME

We see a view of a busy freeway going through the high desert interspersed with the greenery of irrigated fields along with a sizable city with signs for fast food restaurants and lodging lining the highway. A split screen shows the westbound Interstate 70 sign and another shows a Volvo XC station wagon driving along. Inside are Kim, Chase, and Angela along with their youngest son Shane.

"Are we at Uncle Jack's yet?" Shane asked. "The mountains and that tunnel was cool but I'm bored now. It's all the same stuff outside. How much longer till we get there?"
"Just look at the signs, Shane," Kim said playfully, turning around from the passenger seat as they passed through Grand Junction. "Remember, we're stopping in Cedar City for the night, and we're going to be in Las Vegas to visit Uncle Jack tomorrow. See how many miles those signs say."
"You know, you could take a shortcut through the desert," Angela teased, "But there would be boogiemen there who might kidnap you. Or….have you seen the Hills Have Eyes?"
"Shut up," Shane says, "We should take Route 66 instead, stop in Radiator Springs and visit Lightning McQueen. That goes to California. Why couldn't Uncle Jack or Aunt Audrey just visit us instead?"

"Hey honey, I think I'm gonna get some gas and a quick bite here," Chase said, pointing to an Interstate sign indicating there was a Shell at the next exit, in the western edge of Grand Junction. The gas prices get much higher as we get into the desert away from the cities."
"Cool, I kinda need to walk around a bit anyway."

The station wagon pulls into the large gas station under a bright cloudless sky and Angela, Shane, and Kim quickly get out. There is sudden silence and the camera shows the gas station in split screens as well as a closeup of Angela's face. It is a relatively busy area around them. Another split screen shows two young male teens get out of a Toyota Camry with hard rock music playing. The music stops and there is silence again as they get out of their car and go to the cashier's window.

"Hey, I'm gonna grab some M&M's in there. Anyone want some stuff?" Angela asks pleasantly. Chase gets out of the car and we see Angela's athletic trophy in the back seat. "Well, champ, I could have a bag of chips but I'll pump up the car first. Wait for me inside."

The teens are now at the window. The young, 20-something cashier's uniform identifies him as Jason.
"What the hell are you guys doing here, aren't you supposed to be in school? I told you to stop making the mistakes I made, or you'll end up a nobody like me."
"Look, man, we need that money right now," Teen #1 says. "Mark screwed with Jose and the Mexicans said they'll kill my parents and my little sister if I don't get the money back by…"
In a split screen, Kim is stretching her legs, watching the traffic pass by and Chase is watching the gas pump and Angela goes into the restroom inside the gas station's quickie mart.

Suddenly loud ranchero music is heard playing and a Jeep races into the gas station parking lot, screeching to a halt about fifty yards away from the cashier's window. A group of greasy unkempt Mexicans get out, the leader, JOSE, slamming the door.

"Hey you!" he shouts in a thick Mexican accent, "I told you not to f with me you piece of white trash! Your amigo Mark called CIS (Citizenship and Immigration Service, formerly the INS) and they took Manolo away!"
"I never told Mark to do that, man, please……." One of the teens begins to say.

"It too late for that now!" Jose says in a mean voice in broken English. "I gonna show you white trash what happen when you mess with us!" Jose reaches into his Jeep and pulls out a sawed off shotgun and the three other Mexicans take out automatic weapons and Jose and one of them open fire.

"Get them, mojado!" Jose shouts in Spanish to his followers. The two American teens scramble in separate directions but one of the Mexicans raises a shotgun and shoots at the first teen, who is running through the other cars and motorists. The Mexicans spray the general direction with gunfire, killing a mailman getting out of his van and a woman pumping her gas.

People are screaming everywhere. The second teen takes out a pistol and starts shooting at the Mexicans but ducks into the garage by the gas station. Jose and one Mexican focus on Teen #2 while Teen #1 is shown hiding behind other cars. A pizza deliveryman is seen trying to start his car and flee but a Mexican pumps several bullets through his windshield and the man slumps forward, his head a bloody heap and his brains scattered on the dashboard.

"Hey, you will show yourself or we will kill everyone here until we find you!" one of the Mexicans shouts in a deranged voice.
"Please. I don't know what's going on, I don't want to die," a middle aged woman pleads as Jose comes upon her. Jose takes his Glock semiautomatic pistol and shoots her twice through the heart and steps over her body, blood spraying on his face. The Mexican gang leader licks some of the blood and smiles psychotically.

Jason walks through the door of the quickie mart, holding a shotgun as the other teen runs toward him as two more Mexicans are firing toward the garage, bullets flying everywhere and shell casings clanging to the floor.
"Vamo! Disparen! Matenlos todos!" Jose orders, turning around from the dead woman. A split screen shows Chase going into his vehicle and ducking bullets, reaching into his front compartment. Another Mexican comes to his row of cars, spraying gunfire everywhere and we see Teen #1 still hiding and trying to crawl away.

Teen #1 makes a run for it and a Mexican riddles his back with automatic gunfire. Chase opens the car door on the Mexican, sending him against the gas pumps and a trash can. Chase then knees him in the stomach. The Mexican slams him against the car, the two grappling for the weapon. Teen #2 rushes into the quickie mart and Chase claws the Mexican's eyes. The Mexican fires his gun wildly and elbows Chase but Chase trips him, shoves the gun into the Mexican's face and then a shotgun blast sends a shower of blood all over them, the Mexican nearly decapitated by a shot through the neck.

A blast from Jason's sawed-off shotgun sends one of the Mexican shooters flying against a gas pump, his body crumbling to the pavement. Jose then grabs a trembling man from a Nissan. "Drop the gun now!!" he shouts at Jason.
Jason complies and lets go of the shotgun. "Never though you'd stoop so low, you illegal wetback scum."
. Jose laughs evilly. "You Americans are gutless!" he screams, "No wonder you people will never have the guts to take us on, or why you can't even beat those camel jockeys in Iraq! Tu idiotas!" Jose executes the hostage, turns the gun on Jason and shoots him dead. "Hijo de puta!"

A local police car pulls up with lights flashing. A Mexican turns around and pumps the windshield full of lead, sending the car crashing across an intersection, causing an accident before plowing into a parked car in the strip mall across the street.

"Esta en la tienda! Disparen! Ataquen la tienda!" Jose screams at the surviving Mexican henchman. "Rapido! La policia esta llegando! Matenlos todos! Just kill everyone inside and move out!"
"I just wish it was La Migra! Now I'll have fun killing them! Right mojado?"
"If we're lucky, maybe there some La Migra getting donuts in there."

The two men turn their weapons on the quickie mart and in a split screen we see Angela come out of the bathroom in fear, trying to duck from the bullets. The Mexicans fire hundreds of rounds into the store bullets flying and shell casings littering the concrete pavement of the gas station.
We see three other customers get shot and die in the aisles as merchandise flies everywhere, bags of chips and loaves of bread and soda cans blasted apart by the AK-47s. Teen #1 is hit with dozens of bullets and flies across the counter, ending up facedown next to another dead cashier.

"HEY!!" Chase shouts. Jose's henchman turns around and Chase pulls the trigger on his newly acquired shotgun, killing the man instantly, blood flying from his chest as he falls to the ground screaming. Jose also whirls around and Chase is out of bullets. He dives as a trail of bullets follow him. Chase reaches the Glock of another Mexican and twirls it around, emptying it into Jose, who remains standing after taking four bullets, then finally falling backwards. There is silence.

"Angela!!" Chase shouts. "Angela, can you hear me?"
He runs past the bodies littering the gas station outside the quickie mart then goes through the broken glass of the doors. He goes past four dead employees and customers in the store alone and sees Angela sprawled on an aisle, blood pouring onto the linoleum floor.

"My baby, just hold on, please…." Chase says, tears falling from his eyes as he drops the gun and goes to her.
"Dad….I…..love…..you," Angela says. She holds Chase's man and the camera shows their hands until she goes limp.
"Angela!! Angela!!" Chase yells, sobbing now. "Please….Angela, no….."

2 YEARS LATER

FEDERAL MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON, TUCSON, ARIZONA, 11:55 PM MOUNTAIN STANDARD TIME

The camera shows a nighttime view of the prison surrounded by protestors and counterprotestors regarding the execution of MANUEL LUIS, a notorious Mexican drug trafficker. The scene then changes to inside the prison where guards approach a menacing looking convict in his death row cell.

Reporter: "….men under Luis's drug trafficking organization were responsible for the deadly rampage in Grand Junction, Colorado two years ago that killed 14 people at a gas station. He has also been convicted of first degree murder for the shooting deaths of four DEA agents in West Texas…."

"Mr. Luis, your time is up. I see you haven't finished your last meal. I guess you're too nervous to eat, eh?" One of the prison guards take a tray with chalupas and quesadillas from a local Mexican restaurant and throws it in the trash can.
"That's because this is not my last meal. When I'm back on mi rancho in Durango, my chef makes chalupas better than anything you will find in Tucson, I assure you. That gum you're chewing might be your last meal, though, you gringo pig," Manuel Luis replies in his Mexican accent.

An explosion tears through part of the prison block and several guards are vaporized by it. The camera then shows two military-type helicopters flying over the crowd, gunners opening fire on the prison's watchtowers, killing all the guards inside. Several armed commandos dismount from the helicopter speaking Afrikaans. The commandos blow through a large door with explosives and go through the cell block. Prison guards return fire but the commandos are wearing body armor.

More missiles are fired and the crowd escapes. Some guards arrive in a tank but the tank is destroyed by a shoulder-launched missile. The mercenaries reach the area where Manuel Luis is. The guards fire at them but are quickly taken down.
"Senor Luis, let's get you out of here," the commando leader says in a South African accent.
"It's about time. That was close. I was so close to being fried on that chair," Manuel Luis replies. "Vamo! Let's go!"

Outside more guards are coming but the commandos continue to fire, killing a dozen corrections officers. More gunfire comes from a watchtower and the helicopter fires another missile, slamming into the tower and an explosion echoing through it, the tower collapsing. Manuel Luis is ushered into the chopper which quickly takes south.

They fly over the bright lights of Tucson. "By the time the Americans get their choppers in the air, we will be across the border," the commando leader says.
"I still don't' know who hired you. I will pay you, I promise, whatever you want, but…"
"Your benefactor wishes to remain anomymous," the commando says.
Manuel nods. "As long as I'm free and allowed to get back to business."

2 YEARS LATER – MAY 5, 2019

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA…10 HOURS BEFORE THE START OF DAY 7….12:00 AM PACIFIC DAYLIGHT TIME

We see a quiet suburban street late at night, then a large comfortable home with azaleas and desert palms in the front yard set behind a white picket fence. The mailbox reads "Bauer".

"Good night, mommy," Carl Bauer says, turning off the lamp by his bed.
"Good night, Carl," Audrey says with a smile and closes the door which has a posters of rap artists, NASCAR vehicles, and the official NBA victory poster for the new Nevada Coyotes basketball team. Audrey then goes into Molly Bauer's room.

"Mommy, don't forget you promised you'll take me to Best Buy tomorrow so I can get the Kellie Pickler CD. All my friends have it already."
"Don't you want to wait for Taylor Swift? Her new one's coming out in August."
"Mommmm," Molly whines, "I know you'll get that one anyway cause you love Taylor Swift, but you promised Kellie Pickler."
"Alrighty, Kellie it is."

She smiles and hugs her stuffed animal, a furry poodle. "I love you mom."
"I love you, sweetie."

Audrey makes her way down a hallway in their contemporary suburban home and into the master bedroom where Jack is there. Jack is watching an action movie where an American hero armed with assault rifles is fighting terrorists in an Arab city.

"You see, Audrey, they never get that tactical stuff right. You can't fire an MP5 for that long before reloading." He actually chuckled at it as Audrey joined him in the bed. There are subtitles from the clichéd movie where a Muslim terrorist orders his men to "find the American and kill him." Audrey changes the channel to some inspirational movie about a young girl who wants to be a field hockey star.

"Now that's better," she said. "Quite a day, especially at Walmart and how their computer system crashed. I'm never going there again until they really get it fixed right."
"You know Audrey, I'm actually starting to like this movie. They show it all the time but I never know what really happens at the end. You do have good taste."
"I'm perfect, deal with it," Audrey says with a wry smile and they kiss.

HE LEFT CTU FOR A NEW BEGINNING.

HE FOUND A NEW HOME AND A NEW CAREER.

HE BUILT A NEW LIFE WITH THE WOMAN HE LOVED.

FOR SEVEN YEARS, JACK BAUER THOUGHT HE LEFT HIS OLD WORLD BEHIND

BUT ON DAY 7, THAT WORLD FOLLOWED HIM HOME.