Okay, again: I'm only doing the people we've actually seen ( if they're just mentioned in the show, I don't, because I don't have enough to work on ) or who have a canon name ( half a name, a nickname, even ) ( because I need something to call them ). Think of those who don't make it here as the numerous n° we probably never saw because well, can't do one episode for each day passing in the show.
Katie
Some numbers had been easier to help than others. A few of them, even, had been particularly easy.
After all, for a short time, Primary Asset n°1 had been in god mode. The Machine had just had to give him indications. Him and Primary Asset n°2, at the time only a potential asset, had then walked in and saved the day. Again.
John Reese had been searching for Admin at that time. The Machine and him had reached a compromise: he took care of the numbers she gave him, and she only gave him the numbers that wouldn't take him away from his search.
Katie had been one of these numbers, from the day of god mode. The day the Machine had been definitely freed. It had been an important day, and not only to the Machine. To Katie, too.
It had been the day of Katie's wedding.
And also, the day Katie hadn't died.
Oddly enough, the Machine could relate. She, too, had started anew that day. She, too, had not died that day. Even when Decima operatives had been around, trying to steal her away. Even if it had been one of the rares days she had been in direct danger. She was still here.
Thanks to Primary Asset n°1, amongst others.
Just like Katie.
Katie who, three days after Primary Asset n°1's demise, received a notice of death in her mail, a notice she showed to her husband. Both of them agreed, as they looked at the picture of a man with silver hair on the notice, that he probably was that man who had saved their marriage in an unconventional way. They hadn't quite gotten to remember his features, not with the shock, not in the short time they had seen him, but they agreed.
It was this man who had shot Katie's ex-boyfriend in the arm before the jilted man could do anything to them, to Katie. This man who had appeared out of nowhere, aboard a sports car driven by a woman they didn't know either, and who hadn't seemed particularly fazed by the situation. As if this man had known what had been about to happen.
This stranger had saved them, and the woman had driven away, without another word than "congratulations". Just like that. Because they could. Because they had been there at the good time.
After that, the police had said something about how they didn't known who the strangers were either, about the sports car being stolen, about another saved man in a storage unit where the two had taken the car...
Katie didn't care. Her husband didn't either. These strangers had saved them. And now one of them was dead. Probably while saving someone else.
