Cue end of Heroes episode "It's Coming." The 'villains' are, for some reason, all facing the door. A girl, roughly eighteen years old, walks in, a piece of paper in hand...

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Arthur asked, rather miffed at his power performance being so suddenly interrupted.

"My name isn't very important. At least not to you. I mean, if I was some person that you pass everyday on the street would you care about my name? I don't think so. Just because of that I won't tell you. So there." The girl sniffed for effect.

The 'villains' were quite nonplussed. Many of them had not been in a situation like this before. Just as he would do in any situation he did not have control over, Arthur tried to use his power on her. Much to his surprise it did not work. In fact, it felt as though he was pressing up against a wall.

The girl caught his expression. "Oh yes, and in case you were wondering, my power is a shield that no power can cross. Not even those people whose power is to negate powers. Put that in your pipe and smoke it."

She pulled a folded photo out of her jean pocket and held it beside the group of them. After looking from them to the photo and vice versa she appeared satisfied and replaced the photo. Then she held up the piece of paper and began ticking off certain points.

"One. Locate Pinehurst. Check," she mumbled. "Two. Locate room. Check. Three..." Her eyes ran down the page. She glanced up at them after five or so gazes at what appeared to be a checklist.

"Okay, people. First of all," she began, looking at Sylar and Elle. "Gabriel – and that is your name. Stop using Sylar. You're not a watch. Sylar, this guy is not your father. He lied to you. Yes, I know, big surprise there. However, if you go to this address," she added, handing him a card, "you will find all the answers you require. Elle, you go with him. He'll need all the help he can get. Okay?"

Sylar – I mean, Gabriel – and Elle looked at each other for a minute and then skedaddled.

The girl smiled happily as they left and checked another point off her list. "Okay, number four. Tracy Strauss. A PR problem? Hell yeah. Who would follow this guy?" she asked, gesturing at Arthur. "He's not even charismatic. And, as we all know, all head honchos must be charismatic. And your power? Totally cool. You could become, like, an ice sculptor. Speaking of ice sculptors, here is a card for a great teacher. Go on, scat," she added, as Tracy followed Gabriel and Elle's example.

"Now, number five. Flint, you have been a naughty boy. A very naughty boy. What would your mother say about all the things you've done? I have a good mind to tell her."

"Ahh, my mother's dead," Flint began humbly.

"Oh no she's not. Here's her address. Go find her."

Flint followed closely behind Tracy and in fact overtook her on the way to the elevator.

"If you haven't already guessed, you're number six, Knox. Your power? Knowing when someone is afraid? When are you going to use that in an everyday situation? So that's why I've been given permission to give it a little tweak."

She made her hand into a gun and pretend shot at him. "Now you'll know when love is in the air. Isn't that great? Now, scat."

Knox, looking freaked, made a quick exit, leaving the strange girl alone with Arthur.

Who looked a bit freaked himself. "Am I number seven?" he asked seriously.

"Good guess, sir. Now I can offer you two options. The first option is that I give you the number of a psychiatrist which you will ring and, with this very good psychiatrist, you will try to work out your personal issues. Such as your lust for power, your favouritism among your children, your abuse of your wife – yes, making her think something against her will is abuse – and maybe examine your obviously fucked up personality and how it came to be. Hopefully these issues will be resolved after a few months of therapy. How does that sound?" A perky smile lit her face.

Arthur thought for a moment. "What is option two?"

The smile vanished. She pulled a gun from her back pocket – yes, its position had been painful – and pointed it at him. "I'll shoot you."

"I think I'll take the first option," he said, eyeing the gun nervously. After all this was the first time he'd ever felt powerless since he was fifteen.

The gun instantly disappeared, the smiling appearing like sunshine after a rainy day. "Good choice. Here's the card."

As she reached over Arthur pulled out a secreted gun.

A shot was heard – or, rather, not heard.

The girl looked at Arthur, lying bleeding on the floor. She looked sad. "I had hoped I wouldn't have to do that. But, it appears your brother was right. Oh well," she said, cheerfully smiling. "I did warn you about my shield, didn't I? Probably should have mentioned that it doesn't just repel powers."

Since Arthur was, basically dying all he caught of that speech were the words 'your brother.'

"My brother?' he repeated back to her stupidly.

She kneeled down next to him.

"Guess I probably should have mentioned that too."