Twenty-four years after turning into a vampire, Damon Salvatore finds himself strolling carely through the streets of London. Here, he can let go and try to forget all about Stefan and, more specifically, Katherine, until while feeding he meets a young woman by the same name. She is nothing like her yet Damon can't bring himself to kill this new Katherine. Is it just the name? Or is it that for the first time since he turned his humanity off he has actually felt compassion for a human being?