Brothers

"I'm Not Dr. Thredson"

1964
Boston

Sylar woke very confused. And his head was throbbing. What happened? As he took in his surroundings, he noticed that he had no idea where he was. It wasn't the city, unless he was in the park somewhere, but it didn't look like the park. It just looked like a forest. And the last thing he remembered was trying to blow up New York City.

But how had he gotten here? And where, exactly, was here? He started walking, it was the only thing he could do, after all. He walked for an hour before he finally saw a monstrosity of a building come into view.

It looked like something out of an old horror movie that his mother wouldn't let him watch. His mother… He had almost forgotten about how he had killed her. Of course, it was a complete accident; he had never wanted to hurt her. He just wanted her approval. He wanted her to be proud of him.

Something wasn't right though. First, he had already realized that his phone was not working. The battery was charged but there was no signal. Strange, since he was sure that he wasn't that far out of town. Also, as he came closer to the building he noticed that all the cars were older. From the sixties. But they were in good condition and didn't seem to be restored.

He shook his head and knocked on the doors, relieved when someone in a guard's uniform answered. "Dr. Thredson, Sister Jude's been lookin for you. She's in her office. Are you okay? You don't look so good sir. If you don't mind me saying, sir."

"Excuse me, I don't know who Dr. Thredson is, but could I use your phone? I got dropped off a couple miles from here and I need to get to town..." He needed to find a bus or airport to get back to Queens. He just wanted a shower and sleep. And to find that Asian kid who brought him to wherever he was.

"Very funny, Dr. Thredson. Like I said, the Sister is waiting for you upstairs. You want Frank to take ya up there?" Sylar nodded, seeing how this man obviously didn't believe him. Maybe he could use the nun's phone and get the hell out of here and back home.

Frank led the way to this "Sister Jude's" office, all the while Sylar hoped they wouldn't bump into this Dr. Thredson person. He wasn't sure how he could explain his presence here, even though he very truthfully told the guard that he wasn't Dr. Thredson.

"You don't have a newspaper, do you, Frank?"

"Yeah, there should be one in your office actually. Sister Mary Eunice usually hands them out to all the staff in the morning."

"Great, thanks, Frank." As Sylar walked down the halls with Frank and he observed more of his surroundings, he was beginning to suspect that he was no longer in the twenty first century. He was nervous. He had to be careful. No friends, no money, no job... He had no idea what he would do. But first he had to confirm his suspicions and get the hell out this place. What is this place, a hospital?

Frank knocked on the door at the end of a hallway and the door opened. "Dr. Thredson. So good of you to join me. Please come in." Sylar was greeted by an older nun who looked like a character from the old horror movie that his mother would never let him watch. Did he get put in an old movie or something?

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. I tried to tell the guy at the door. I'm not Dr. Thredson. I'm just looking for a phone. It just seemed easier than to try to argue with him. Someone left me a couple miles from here. I just want to get back to New York."

The nun looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Have you been spending too much time with our residents, Doctor? Have you caught their crazy? You don't seem right. And what are you wearing? That's hardly appropriate attire for a place of business, Doctor." The old nun looked down at him sourly.

Sylar had had enough of this. "Seriously? I told you, I'm not Dr. Thredson. My name is Gabriel Gray. I'm from New York and someone left me in the woods to fend for myself and I'd really like to get home. I just need to use your phone." He raised his hand to knock her against the wall as he said this, but before he could, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Sister Jude barked. She was ready to be done with this conversation with the tiresome doctor. The door opened and Dr. Thredson entered the room.