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Why did I not remember? Everything this man was telling me—my name, my powers—it wasn't bringing anything back. Maybe my name was Sylar, Gabriel Gray. Maybe it was Nathan Petrelli, as my current memories suggested. Maybe I was a watchmaker, as the policeman had said. Maybe I was a killer, as the carnival ringleader insisted. Or maybe I was a politician.

The one thing everything seemed to agree on was New York. For every alias, I lived in NYC. I should go there, and find out what happened. The police had insisted that I'd killed my mother, but I could distinctly remember meeting with her just days ago. Nothing besides New York added up.

Samuel insisted that I had these powers, powers that were currently emerging spontaneously. I did things without even really being aware, and it was seriously freaking me out. I couldn't possibly be the killer, the guy who I'd seen it the House of Mirrors. I couldn't do that, couldn't kill people. That was the one identity that I don't feel could ever be mine.

I needed to get to New York.

Find my brother, Pete. My brother? Was he? He was Nathan's brother, for sure. Something registered...he wasn't my brother, but he had been. False families, created by liars and murderers and thieves. Both of my identities had been shocked. All of my identities? The only ones I could imagine were the watchmaker and the politician. Had Sylar been astounded? Surely he'd fought back after he'd discovered the truth.

Surely I had fought back.

If I treated Nathan, Gabriel, and Sylar as completely separate entities, estranged myself from all three, it was easier. Simpler if I was nothing, no one, rather than all three. Easier to return to the beginning, the start of the story, in order to puzzle out how all three had ended up here, in this trailer, at the Sullivan Brothers' Carnival.

Why was Gabriel a watchmaker? Because his father was a watchmaker. It was a sad revelation of life that so many boys followed their fathers' footsteps.

Same with Nathan. He'd become a lawyer because of his father. But he was pushed into it more. Gabriel hadn't seen his father—adopted father, actually—since he was around ten. Nathan had been pushed by Arthur since he was a teenager.

Sylar...why was he a killer? Why had he become one of the most wanted men in America? For power. That delicious, tantalizing power. It was because of his original power, with the horrible yet wonderful side affect of the Hunger. Sylar had to keep collecting the abilities, or else he'd go insane, he'd never be able to control it. I would go insane...I could smell it, all around, this band of gypsies, all with abilities, I needed them, I could kill them all and get all of that power...

No. No! I wasn't a killer, I couldn't be, that wasn't me! I was Nathan...no, Gabriel...no, Sylar...would I ever know?

Because there was no possible way I could be all three.


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