Prologue.
He stared down at the grave that was now part of the ground forever. He never expected it to be this way. After all that had happened in their family, this was the one option that never crossed his mind. He knew it was hard on them, on everyone involved. But he had given the okay. Everyone who knew about them seemed to be accepting of their decision.
Yet, despite all the approval, there he stood on this bright, sunny day and watched them be buried.
"Are you alright?" she asked as she ran her hand down her shoulder.
"It's just hard."
She nodded and kissed his cheek.
They made their way toward the car that was waiting to take them to their quiet, empty home. She got in the car and a short man stopped them before he could enter.
"Mr. Jackson…" He stopped and looked at the short man. "I'm sorry about Peter and Claire."
He nodded and slammed the door shut, leaving the short man staring at the car as it drove away.
"Everyone's sorry. No one even knows…" he said.
"They can't know. They wouldn't understand," she said as she reached for his hand.
"I know. But it's still hard." he said. "Peter and Claire…"
"They are dead. Forever." she said.
He nodded slowly and sipped some water. She rested her head on his shoulder. Her red hair fell to the top of his leg. He smiled at her. "I love you, Mrs. Petrelli."
She smiled back. "I love you too, Mr. Petrelli." She locked her green eyes on him. "I hate this too," she said softly.
He kissed the top of her forehead. "It will all be okay. We'll figure it out."