Chapter Two: "I'm Back."

Peter was flying over New York City looking for his patient.

"Ugh, I need to get Hiro's teleporting ability back. That was much easier than flying and trying to find the people," Peter said.

Looking down, he saw the overturned pickup truck. It was on fire and the fire was growing rapidly. There was a little girl in the back seat and a woman in the front. The woman wasn't moving, but the little girl was banging on the window desperately.

The police couldn't get close to the truck because they were prevented by the flames.

"I gotta get down there," Peter said.

Tightening his medical bag and pulling his arms in tight, he plummeted down at the truck.

I just need five seconds, Peter thought.

In slow motion, Peter saw the girl and lady in the front. Assuming the woman in front had been killed in the crash, he made the girl his priority.

Peter plummeted downward from the sky at the speed of sound. He was going to aim for the street about ten feet away from the truck, then pull out of his dive and use the momentum to charge through the door windows, grab the girl, and exit out the other side.

His timing would have to be perfect... and quick too. The flames had just reached the gas tank as Peter came out of his dive just inches above the street.

Straightening out his dive, he put his fists forward and broke the first window entering the truck. With one fluid motion, he grabbed the girl with one arm, and put the other fist forward to break the second window.

Time almost froze for Peter, because for a split second, he looked at the front seat and saw the mother get up, turn around and smile at him for saving her daughter.

She was alive, was all Peter could think he was moving so fast.

The explosion started right as Peter and the girl broke through the other window. Not realizing how close the overturned truck was to a nearby parking garage, Peter swore and pulled up quickly.

The flames from the explosion danced just below Peter's shoes, enough to melt the bottoms of them a little.

Inches from the parking garage wall, he flew upward, gradually slowing down. The girl saw they were flying, but she didn't scream.

She appeared to be about four or five and only had a few minor scratches and bruises.

"Mommy?"

Peter just grabbed the back of her head and put her against his shoulder as she sobbed.

Should have saved them both. If I'd have had all my old abilities, I could have saved them both, Peter thought, angrily chewing himself out.

Coming down out of sight, Peter landed and carried the girl over to the other paramedics who were just arriving on the scene.

Reporters had made it now and were curious about the strange paramedic holding the girl.

Peter's closest acquaintance on the paramedical team was bewildered and asked, "Did you pull her out of that car?"

"Yeah, I was quick. Had to choose between her and her mother. The mother was slumped over, so I assumed she was killed in the crash. I grabbed the girl, got out, and the car exploded. Turns out, the mother was still alive," Peter said, handing the girl to another paramedic, who started to take her towards an ambulance.

The girl who had been otherwise crying over the loss of her mother shouted out of nowhere, "I want to stay with the angel."

Everybody looked up surprised at the girl's outburst. She got loose of the paramedic's grip and ran over to Peter, holding his leg.

The paramedic walked over to Peter and preceded to grab the girl.

Peter stopped the other paramedic.

"It's okay. I've got her," Peter said.

"Why did she call you an angel?"

Shrugging, Peter replied, "She just lost her mom tragically, she's tried, stressed, and probably hungry. You expect a four year old to make sense with all that on her shoulders?"

"I guess not... it was just odd. How did you get her from that car anyway?"

"I was just quick," Peter said.

Peter took the little girl over to the ambulance where he cleaned her up and put a few band-aids on her.

Curious, the little girl asked, "Why didn't you tell them you could fly?"

"It would have drawn unwanted attention. People wouldn't believe me anyway," Peter said.

"Why don't you show them?"

"I've seen what happens when somebody like me shows what they can do. It isn't pretty. I lost a very good friend who died to correct the mistake of showing people what we could do."

"Can other people fly?"

"Do you promise not to tell?"

The girl was completely taken by Peter revealing this new truth to her. Her eyes were wide as he told her about what he'd seen people do.

"I've seen people fly, make other people feel better when they got hurt, turn invisible, and even stop time," Peter said.

"And you're the one who can fly," the girl said, smiling.

She looked as if she'd just made a new friend, and she needed one after what she'd just endured.

"Actually, I can copy other people's powers. I copied the ability to fly," Peter said.

"That's the coolest power of all! You can do anything. What else can you do?"

"That's it for now. I can only hold one power at a time," Peter said.

"That'd be even cooler if you could hold more than one. What if you could fly, and be invisible, and stop time?"

"I use to be able to do that believe it or not, but a bad man hurt me and now... now it's one at a time," Peter said picking her up out of the ambulance and putting her on the ground.

"Where is the bad man now?"

Hesitating, Peter told her the truth, just not the whole truth. He'd leave out the part about Sylar putting a bullet this his dad's head.

"He died," Peter said.

"Did you kill him?"

"No. Somebody else did," Peter said.

"Do you know who killed him?"

Peter was looking at the crowd that had gathered as a result of the accident and he spotted the man he once thought was his brother.

Speak of the devil, Peter thought.

"Hey, I asked you a question," the girl said.

"Oh I'm sorry. Umm, yeah I know who did it. Look, no more questions, and you can't tell anybody else about tonight okay?"

The girl thought really hard about the promise she was fixing to make, but eventually knodded.

"Good, now there's a really nice lady who is going to take you to the hospital for a few tests that they can't do here. Can you go with her?"

"No, I want to stay with you," the girl said.

"You can't. I have things to do and the police need to talk to you about the guy that hit your mother's car," Peter said.

The girl's face scrunched up, and she started to cry.

"If you tell me your name though, I promise I'll stop by and see you at the hospital," Peter said.

"My name is Becca," the girl said, in between sobs.

"My name is Peter, and I promise I'll see you at the hospital," he said.

She gave him a hug, and then he handed her off to one of the female paramedics.

"Hey man, you want a ride back to the hospital?"

"No thanks, I'm gonna walk. I appreciate it though," Peter said, heading towards the crowd of people.

As soon as he crossed the yellow tape, he was surrounded by reporters.

Wish I still had my invisibility power, Peter thought.

"No comment," Peter said, but they wouldn't let him go.

Exhausted, he just wanted to see what Sylar wanted and then to head home.

A small explosion rocked what remained of the car. Everybody in the crowd turned to see what had happened. That was when Peter took off into the sky.

He landed on top of one of the nearby buildings where he saw Gabrielle Gray sitting on the ledge of the roof.

"Something I can help you with?"

"Sad story you told that girl about Arthur Petrelli taking your powers. How did that work anyway? You injected yourself with the formula and only had the ability to hold one power at a time after that. Not only that, you have to touch the person to take their power. It doesn't add up," Sylar said.

"Look, I know you're a hero now and you've done some great things, but... I just don't know if I can be chummy with you Sylar... Gabrielle... whoever you are," Peter said.

"Sylar for now. I can't ever go back to being Gabrielle Gray. I've just been pondering about your dad's ability."

"When I asked Hiro, he once told me that Arthur took his powers. He eventually got them back though through a long series of events that began with Matt's son turning some of his powers back on," Peter said.

"Yes, and from there he slowly worked building his powers up, until he could teleport and freeze time again. The stress gave him a brain tumor though, from which he miraculously recovered," Sylar said.

"How did you know about the tumor?"

"He came to me in the past and had me fix his old girlfriend... it's a long story. Hiro got his powers back, all of them. You should be able to as well Peter," Sylar said.

"Yeah well, how do you think I should go about doing that?"

"You could copy my ability to understand how things work and go from there," Sylar said, chuckling.

"We both know how that turned out last time I did that. Besides, I'd like to gain abilities without cutting people's heads open," Peter said.

"You could take them just by figuring out how they work. You'd just have the hunger deal with," Sylar said.

"No thanks. I'd rather find another way," Peter said.

"Think about your powers like you had a chalk board. Witht his chalk board you could write whatever power you wanted down and keep it. When Arthur took your power, he took everything on the chalk board and even the board itself. Then, you injected yourself with the formula and somehow got a smaller chalkboard back? That doesn't add up," Sylar analyzed.

"What's weird about it?"

"You should have gotten your exact powers back. Maybe not all the ones you had, but at least, you could have had the ability to copy others powers without touching them and to keep more than one ability. I'm thinking it has something to do with how you got your power back. Hiro didn't use the formula, and yet, he got all his powers back. You did use the formula and got part of your power back. The missing link has to be what you did immediately after you injected yourself. What were the last things you did?"

Peter thought hard back to that night. The Pinehearst building was fixing to blow up, and Peter injected himself with the formula. He felt like his body was being torn in several different directions.

Then, he grabbed Nathan, copying his flight ability and flew out of the building with him.

"That's your problem. You grabbed Nathan when the formula was still settling into your system. That's why you have to touch people to copy their powers. How long was it after that, that you tried to copy another power?"

"I don't know... a week or two maybe?"

"That explains why you can only hold one at a time Peter. You're lazy," Sylar said.

"Excuse me? I work my ass off to save this city every-"

Sylar cut Peter off saying, "That's not what I meant. I mean, you didn't copy another power after that for a couple weeks? By then, the formula would have settled and locked into place, thus leaving you in the state you're in now."

"Let me get this straight. You're saying I'm stuck this way because I grabbed my brother and flew out, and also because I didn't copy any powers immediately after I injected the formula?"

"That's exactly it."

"Well that makes me feel great, this whole thing is my fault... How do I fix it?"

"Find another copycat to copy, or take on the hunger. It seems that those are your only options," Sylar said.

"Both options are impossible or unacceptable. Is that the only reason you followed me tonight?"

"That, and this," Sylar said, reaching into his pocket.

He pulled out a newspaper clipping and gave it to Peter.

"Prison break over in West Virginia. So what?"

"That's where Samuel Sullivan was held. He's free now, and I can't find him," Sylar said.

"Wait... why do you want to find him? Tell me you don't want his ability," Peter said.

"No, I'm working with Bennet for now," Sylar said, standing up to leave.

"Keeping yourself busy at least," Peter said.

"You leave first, I don't want to use your brother's ability in front of you," Sylar said.

"Thanks," Peter said, taking off.

"Watch out for him," Sylar hollered.

"I'll do my best," Peter said, turning south to fly home. He arrived at his apartment building and walked down inside from the roof to find dead bodies on the floor.

Leaning down to check for a pulse, A metal body ran through the wall next to Peter, and then ran him through the other wall.

When the metal body stopped, Peter fell to the floor, dazed. Moaning, he looked up and saw a guy with a metal body.

Trying to get up, Peter asked, "Who are you?"

"Name is irrelevant, just know I'm under orders to kill you Petrelli," the metal man said.

He hurled Petrelli back through the wall they'd just run him through. Peter tried to fly away, but the metal man slapped him to the ground, like he was swatting a fly.

The bandaged man and Rena were watching the fight, or lack-thereof, via a hacked security camera within the apartment building.

"He doesn't have any chance of winning," Rena concluded.

"You said the same thing about yourself when you first fought him and gained his ability," the bandaged man pointed out.

"Yes, but that was different. My ability is currently greater than Peter's," Rena said.

"It's true, that if things continue on as they do, he'll be killed pretty quick. Fortunetely for Peter, his mommy probably already saw this coming and has a plan prepared," the bandaged man said.

In Japan, Hiro doing some accounting for his family's business when his phone rang.

He answered, "Moshi moshi?"

"Hiro Nakamura, this is Angela Petrelli. Listen to my instructions carefully or Peter will die. You have thirty seconds to teleport to Matt Parkman's widow's house and grab Matt Parkman Jr. After that, you must teleport to Peter's apartment and-"

The cell phone went dead, but Hiro focused hard and appeared in Matt Parkman Jr's nursery, where his mom had just finished changing him.

"What are you-"

Hiro cut her off saying, "I'm sorry, but I must borrow him for a minute. I'll bring him right back," Hiro said and grabbed the baby, teleporting to Peter's apartment building.

When Hiro got there, he saw a metal man holding Peter Petrelli by the wrists.

"I know all about you; you have to touch me to take my power, so I just won't let your hands get close enough to do that," the metal man said.

He held both of Peter's wrists with one hand and grabbed Peter's head with the other hand. Slamming him into a concrete wall repeatedly, the metal man started to laugh.

Freezing time, Hiro teleported Peter and the baby to Angela Petrelli's house.

The metal man didn't know what had happened. One second, he was holding Petrelli killing him, the next, Petrelli was gone. Intelligence indicated that he only had the ability to fly, and the metal man was holding him tight.

Pulling out a cell phone, the metal man changed back to normal and called the bandage man.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, one second I had him, the next, he was gone," the metal man said.

"Stick around and kill some more people. He'll come back," the bandage man said, hanging up.

Rena asked, "What did happen anyway?"

"Probably the time traveler. He's going to be one of the hardest ones to take down too. We'll need to wake up an old villain to take care of him," the bandage man said.

At Angela Petrelli's home, Peter was coughing up blood.

"Hiro, give Matt Parkman Jr to Peter," Angela instructed.

"Okay," Hiro said, doing as he was told.

"Mom, what are you doing? Hiro? How did you know to bring me here?"

"Less questions mean less people will die Peter. I saw this in one of my dreams and you're about to thank me. Copy Matt Parkman Jr's power," Angela said.

"Hiro, give me your power, I need it to beat someone back home. I have to stop him," Peter said.

"Peter! Listen to me. You need to copy Matt Parkman Jr's power now, or more people will die. Right now, everybody on your floor dead. In a few minutes, the entire building will be dead," Angela said.

"Fine, give me the baby," Peter said, grabbing hold of Matt Parkman Jr.

Not knowing what power he was copying, he focused, and his hands glowed gold as he took Matt Parkman Jr's power.

"Okay mom, now what?"

"You've just copied an ability that allows you to turn anything on or off. This is how Hiro regained his time freezing power after my former husband took it from him," Angela said.

"Mom, I already have my ability back. This ability does me no good," Peter said.

"Peter, you're running at fifty percent. Part of your ability is still turned off. So use the ability you've just gained to turn the rest of your powers on. Go back to the way you used to be, before your father took your powers. Only then can you continue to save the world," Angela said.

"How am I supposed to turn my powers back on if they're already partially on?"

"Focus, you have to do this or we don't have a fighting chance. You and Hiro have a very important task ahead of you. The first step of completing this task is for you to become the old Peter. My son Peter, who could even go toe to toe with Sylar if he wanted," Angela said.

Exhaling slowly and placing one hand on his heart and the other on his head, Peter felt an energy rush through his body as he turned every aspect of his old power back on.

He had a splitting headache, and the room was getting blurry, but he felt himself getting stronger somehow.

He fell to his knees when he was done, breathing heavily.

Noticing his injuries weren't healing he asked, "Why... am I not healing?"

"You won't have all your old abilities back until you collect them again. You shouldn't have any problem doing that now though. Try freezing time," Angela said.

Peter reached over to touch Hiro's hand and take his power when Angela yelled at him, "No! You don't need to touch him to take his power. You being near him is how your ability works. You're like a chameleon when you're around others with abilities. Now focus and freeze time."

Closing his eyes, he focused hard on freezing time. When he opened his eyes again, he saw his mother and everything around him slow down until everything eventually, with the exception of the original time traveler, froze. Hiro smiled and shouted, "You did it!"

Smiling, Peter walked over to the television. Touching it, he turned it on. Then, he turned it off with another thought.

"You still have baby touch and go's ability too," Hiro said.

"I gotta go get something real quick," Peter said.

He was still hurt and probably had some internal injuries from that metallic man slamming him around so much.

Closing his eyes again, he appeared in the Bennet household next to Claire and her mother.

"Hi Claire," Peter said.

Examining Peter, Claire asked, "You're hurt, what happened?"

It only took a few seconds of being in Claire's presence for his wounds to begin to heal. Coughing and moaning as some broken ribs healed, Peter smiled.

"Feels good to have that ability back," he said.

Surprised at seeing him heal, Claire asked, "Peter, when... when did you touch me and copy my power?"

"I didn't. Long story short, I'm back. I promise I'll explain later," Peter said, and teleported back to Angela's home.

Claire's mother was even more stunned than Claire was.

"Who was that?"

"My uncle."

"On what side of the family?"

"Biological uncle I mean," Claire said.

"What did he want?"

"He has an ability like me. His ability is to copy other peoples abilities, and he usually copies my ability when he gets hurt. That way, he can heal like me," Claire said.

"So how could he have met you before, but not copied your power?"

"That's an even longer story," Claire said, going back to packing her bags.

"You can tell me later. Right now, you need to get back to college. You're break is over. Is Gretchen still driving you?"

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.

When Claire's mom answered the door, Claire heard her mom ask, "Can I help you? Wait, what do you think you're doing?"

Claire ran to the front door and saw a man with short red dyed hair holding Claire's mom against the wall.

"Let her go you creep," Claire said running at him.

"There she is, the cheerleader. She's prettier than her picture too. Too bad I have to kill

her," the man said.

Before Claire got too close, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. A small explosion formed just in front of Claire and blew her back into the living room.

"Claire!"

Healing, Claire got up slowly and asked, "What hit me?"

"Where are my manners? That's my ability. I can create explosions by snapping my fingers, and you Mrs. Bennet asked who I was. My name is Dillan. I was sent here to kill the cheerleader so her healing powers couldn't be used against us," Dillan said.

Claire asked, "Who are you working for?"

"That doesn't matter, because in a few seconds you'll be dead. You see, I know you can heal no matter how many times I blow you up, but if I blow your head off, that's another story entirely," Dillan said, snapping his fingers again and blowing Claire back into a wall.

Claire got up again, her neck was healing from being blown open.

"I just gotta work on my aim. Your mother here is kind of distracting me because I have to hold her back too. So we'll just take care of her," Dillan said, throwing her at Claire.

Raising her arms to catch her mother, Claire shouted, "Mom!"

Before Claire could reach her, Dillan snapped his fingers and blew Mrs. Bennet's head off.

Claire caught the body and fell to the floor cradling her mother.

"Why... she didn't have anything to do with this...," Claire said.

"Don't give me that face. We're going to kill all the normal people anyway. She just died

earlier and in a much faster way than most of the normal humans will," Dillan said.

"You're going to kill all people without abilities?"

"Bingo," Dillan said, raising his hand to finish Claire off.

Before he could, he was picked up and slammed into the wall next to him. Then, after being slammed into the wall a few times, he was raised up to the ceiling and smashed into the floor by the same invisible force.

"I'm afraid I can't let you kill her. You see, I'm under orders not to let anything happen to the cheerleader," Sylar said, walking into the house.

When he saw Mrs. Bennet's headless body, then, he looked at Claire.

"You may not believe me, but I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner," Sylar said.

"I don't care, just kill this man for what he did," Claire said, tears forming in her eyes.

"Noah told me to take him alive," Sylar said.

"Well Noah isn't here right now. He's off somewhere doing something else. I gave you the order to kill him," Claire said, with an angry tone.

Back at Angela's house, Peter appeared.

Without showing any sign of shock whatsoever, Angela asked, "Peter, I assume you're ready to open him like a soup can?"

"You know it. Thanks again Hiro," Peter said.

Peter closed his eyes and vanished.

"I'll go too," Hiro said, but Angela stopped him.

"Hiro, I have a different job for you. Please take the widowed Parkman her son back, then come back with your friend Ando," Angela said sitting down at her desk.

"Why can't I go help Peter?"

"He won't need your help. You've helped him enough by saving his life and giving him your ability. There is a new group of people threatening the planet, and I need you to help save the world again," Angela said.

"I'll return shortly then," Hiro said, grabbing Matt Parkman Jr and teleporting away.

"We're in more trouble than we've ever been before," Angela said, waiting for Hiro to return.

When Peter arrived back at his building, he didn't see the metal man anywhere. He started to run for the stairs. In the stairwell, the metal man took Peter by surprise by falling on him... literally.

The moment Peter entered the room, the metal man jumped from the top of the stairs and landed on Peter like a professional wrestler.

"Shouldn't have come back," the metal man said, getting up and looking down at Peter's crushed body.

Pulling out his cell phone, the metal man called Rena.

"Hey, clone girl, I took care of your-"

"Don't call me that. I've told you a thousand times not to call me that. If you refer to me like that one more time, I'll kill you," Rena said, angrily.

"Fine, either way, he's been taken care of. It was tons easier than I thought it would be too," the metal man said.

Healing, Peter rose silently and his skin began to turn into metal.

The bandage man saw this over the building's hacked security cameras.

"Tell the tin man to turn around," the bandage man told Rena.

Before Rena could deliver the warning, Peter grabbed the metal man from behind and performed a pile driver, flipping him over his back and headfirst into the ground.

The cell phone was crushed, and Peter picked the metal man up before he could recover.

They were on the tenth floor, so Peter picked him up, and holding him, jumped into the middle of the stairwell and they began to free-fall. They landed with a huge BOOM.

Shaking the ground and creating a small crater, the two metal bodies were causing some severe damage to the building.

Peter could hear police men shouting from the front of the building, and not wanting to expose his abilities or anyone else's for that matter, Peter returned to normal and placed his hand on the metal man, teleporting both of them out of the building.

Sylar ran over to Claire and before he got to close, he stopped and put his hands up, showing that he meant no harm.

"Are you okay?"

"My mother just had her head blown off in front of me, how do you think I feel?"

"Claire, I understand how you feel losing a mother, but I need to get you out of here and to Noah," Sylar said.

"Not until you kill this man," Claire said.

Dillan had recovered enough to look up and snap his fingers behind Sylar.

The blast separated Claire and Sylar. It was big enough to send debris everywhere. When the dust settled, Dillan was standing over a nearly unconscious Claire.

"Sorry cheerleader, it's nothing personal, we just can't have a healer running around threatening our plans," Dillan said.

Coming back with a vengeance, Sylar broke Dillan's arm, and before he could scream, Sylar slammed him into the ground again shattering his nose.

"Nothing personal, I just can't have you threatening the cheerleader," Sylar said.

Flipping Dillan over with his mind, Sylar told Claire to look away.

"No, I want to see him suffer," Claire said.

Sylar paused, not sure of what he was about to do.

"Do it Sylar! I know you want his ability anyway," Claire said.

"I've changed Claire-"

"So have I, cut his head open or I'll get a knife and do it myself," Claire said, cutting Sylar off.

Sylar raised his hand and began the familiar motion of cutting the scalp.

"Sylar, I said to take him alive," said Noah, running in through the front door, taser armed.

"Claire said to-"

"Sylar do you take orders from my daughter or me?"

"You."

"Good, go get a body bag out of my car. The cops will be here any second, and we don't need to be here when they get here," Noah said.

Claire asked, "She's your wife, you're just going to throw her in a body bag?"

"Claire, if the police get here, then they'll ask questions, questions you and I can't answer without revealing that people have abilities. Do you want Parkman's sacrifice to be for nothing?"

"No, it's just... where the Hell were you?"

"Trying to get here. I can't fly like Sylar can. You're lucky he got here when he did," Noah said.

"Yeah, I'm lucky. That's how I'd phrase it," Claire said.

Sylar brought in the body bag and gave it to Noah.

"You know how to do it," Noah said.

"She's your wife. I thought I'd let you...," Sylar said, his voice trailing off.

"Fine. Fly Claire out of here. Take her to Angela's house. If she goes back to her college, the police will eventually find her," Noah said.

"I don't want to go hide; I want to make that guy suffer," Claire yelled.

"I'm going to take care of him, but you need to go now. I'm going to pump him for information, and don't worry, I won't be gentle," Noah said, firing his taser into Dillan.

Sylar walked over to Claire and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go," Claire said.

Sylar and Claire flew off, as Noah put his wife's body into the bag and zipped it up. He put the bag in the car and then put Dillan in the back. Before he closed the door, he broke all of Dillan's fingers.

"You won't be blowing anything up ever again," Noah whispered, as he handcuffed Dillan to the door handle and closed the door.

Getting in the car, he pulled out of the driveway, and took off down the road. Just seconds later, the police pulled into the driveway, They'd find signs of a struggle, but that'd be the extent of their findings.

Peter and the metal man appeared in midair over a major power grid. Peter let the metal man go and he fell down towards the grid.

"This is for all those people in my building you killed," Peter said. He was free falling behind the metal man, but he had his arms out to slow his fall a little more. He wanted to see the metal man fry.

The first contact of the metal man and power lines could be seen for at least a mile away. Sparks flew everywhere, but the metal man flew further down into the grid snapping lines and pulling transformers.

When he hit the ground he was being roasted by the electricity that ran through his metal skin.

His screams were drowned out by the explosions of downed transformers.

When everything was said and done, the dead man reverted back to his human form.

Peter teleported away just before he hit a power line. He arrived back at Angela's house at the same time Ando and Hiro did.

"What's this all about mom? Who came after me today?"

"I'll explain as soon as our other two guests arrive," Angel said.

"Who else is coming?"

Sylar and Claire walked into the room, and Angela stood up from her desk.

"A very dangerous team is being assembled by a dangerous man. I don't know what they want, but I've seen some of the things they do, and it's horrific," Angela said.

"Claire, you and Peter were attacked today, and Hiro, if I had not called you, eventually you and Ando would have been attacked. Each of you need to team up and go rescue a few more heroes if we're going to have any chance of averting this crisis," Angela said.

Wanting more answers, Peter asked, "Who attacked us?"

"I don't know Peter, but I know they won't stop until we're all dead. Now Peter, you need to go find the Haitian and rescue him. Claire and Sylar, go find Tracy Strauss. Hiro, you and Ando need to go find Mohinder Suresh. Without these people on our team, we will lose; I have forseen it," Angela said.

"I want more answers first," Peter said.

"I've told you all I know Peter. Now if you don't go save these people, they will die.

Return to me when you're done and we'll move on to the next step," Angela said.

Peter asked, "Which is?"

"I'll be thinking of it while you're gone Peter. Even I don't have all the answers," Angela said.

Eventually, each team went their own way. A storm was gathering on the horizon, and each hero had to step up and face destiny once more.