Sylar arrived at Mohinder's apartment, beaming inwardly. He rapped on the door lightly, delighting in the doctor's petrified expression as he peeked through the chain-lock. This didn't last long, though. Sylar ripped the chain from it's place in the wood frame, forcing his way into the small room. Molly cowered behind Suresh's pant leg, tears beading on her delicate eyelashes.

"Get out." Mohinder commanded, fear reflected in his features. He positioned himself in a protective stance in front of Molly. This made Sylar chuckle.

The intruder advanced, his steps carefully calculated. He drew the girl to him with wave of his hand, knocking Suresh over in the process. With Molly now in his deceptively soft grasp, he held Mohinder in place with invisible hands.

Sylar was merciful, he thought. Snapping the girl's neck before he made the incision on her skull seemed like the right thing to do at the moment. Mohinder didn't agree. He managed to make his way past the telekinetic barriers while Sylar wasn't paying attention. He lunged, only to be stopped mid-air seconds later by a ghostly force.

The killer released his grip, letting Suresh fall onto the floor roughly. He walked slowly toward the geneticist and ran a hand lightly across the man's cheek, smiling at the resulting shudder. "Poor Mohinder," He whispered harshly, lips hovering centimeters away from his captive's ears, "you're all alone now."

On that delightfully morbid note Sylar slipped from view, closing the door behind him. Mohinder heard the broken chains tinkle ominously. He lifted a hand up to his cheek, pulling it back to reveal blood on his fingertips. Unfortunately, it was not his. His mind reminded him of Sylar's last words, nagging at him for hours. Days. Months. Years. He was alone.