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In the days since the demon attack, or “D-Day” as it had been called by some in the media, Scott had rarely had a chance to walk the streets of the city. In the days following the disastrous attack on Lost Haven, Scott had spent much of his time helping to undo the damage that had been done to the city. Be it helping repair the physical damage to the brick and mortar buildings, or just being visible to the public in an attempt to help raise the moral of the citizens, he had been very busy.

However, on this day, he decided to take some time away from his exploits as Icon, see how things were on the streets. Though the people of Lost Haven were known to be a resilient bunch, it was easy to see that the psychological scars of the attack were still fresh among the city’s residents. 

The city was unusually quiet. There wasn’t the constant noise that normally filled the air. Aside from the occasional honking of a car horn, it was almost silent. It was so quiet in fact, that if one weren’t careful, they might forget entirely that they were in a large city.

It was almost as if the people of Lost Haven didn’t want to be noticed, out of fear of inviting another attack. 

As Scott made his way down Eastern Avenue; towards the heart of Sherman Square, he noticed something that seemed out of place on this particular day. A crowd had formed at on the sidewalk in front of the Chambers Building, the tallest building not only in Sherman Square, but all of Lost Haven. 

When Scott looked up to see what the crowd had been staring at, his heart jumped. Standing on the ledge of the roof was a young woman. The pretty brunette looked to be in her mid twenties, and as she stood on the ledge of the building, with the wind whipping around her, threatening to throw her from the roof, she looked entirely too calm. Then, the unthinkable happened, as she simply stepped off the ledge and began plummeting toward the ground.

[i]Not today.[/i] Scott thought to himself as in a blink of the eye. he quickly stepped out of view into a nearby alley. Once he was out of sight, he spun in place, and in what could only be described as a whirlwind, shed his civilian clothes in favor of the familiar blue and silver garb of the hero Icon.

In a flash, Icon raced from the alley and flew up the side of the Chambers Building, meeting the young woman nearly halfway down the structure of glass and steel.

[b]It’s alright, I’ve got you.”[/b] He said as he caught her in midair, bulling her into his chest. [b]”You’re going to be alright."[/b]