Sylar stumbled through the empty hallway, he knew he should be walking slower but seeing Mohinder was more important than
popping a few stitches. After climbing up flight after flight of stairs he had finally reached the door, he reached up and felt along the
molding of the door and found the spare key. His hands were shaking so much it took him a few minutes to open the door to the
apartment; as soon as he stepped in he noticed that it felt different, but he stumbled in anyway not bothering to close the door or notice
he was leaving a trail of blood behind him.
It was late the apartment was dark but Sylar still knew the way to the bedroom 'Mohinder will know' he thought to himself 'He'll
know how to get my powers back'.
He stood next to the bed but the man sleeping in it was not Mohinder it was the cop who had just months earlier tried to kill him
'I thought he was dead'.
Sylar saw an empty glass on the night stand and decided he should finish the job he had started; unfortunately the cop had other plans
he jumped out of the bed and knocked Sylar to the floor, as he fell he heard the sound of flesh tearing and blood began to pour from
his chest as he hit the ground he saw two other people rush into the room a little girl who he faintly recognized and,
"Mohinder…"
He gave a slight smile before his mind faded to darkness.