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"You know you don't actually have to go to Brooklyn, Sam. He just wanted to talk to you. Not to meet you in person," Ben said as he watched Sam pack a few T-shirts into a suitcase.

"Of course Sam wants to go! He wants to bowl his first 300 game, and Brooklyn is the place to do it!" Sock exclaimed the looked at the carpet on the floor then widened his eyes a little. "I want to bowl a 300! I'm going to come too," he said the left the Sam's bedroom and came back in about a minute or two with a suitcase.

"Sock," Sam started, "what does Brooklyn have anything to do with bowling? Anyway, there is really no point in you coming. He wants to talk to me. Not you," Sam said and zipped his suitcase up and tossed it onto his bed.

Sock looked at Sam shocked. "First of all, it's Brooklyn Sammy. And he probably had the wrong number anyway because he used words bigger than any of us know," Sock said sourly and crossed his arms like a child.

"You mean evolution?" Ben asked.

"Yes what does it mean, anyway?" Sock asked, making his arms tighter.

Ben snorted, "It's the exact opposite of you."

"Huh?" Sock asked and put his arms to his side.

"You're better off not knowing," Ben said with a small smirk.

"Fine, okay, Sock, you can come. But let me tell you, we're not going to Brooklyn. We are going to Manhattan," Sam said. Ben frowned and moved a step to his left.

"But if Sock goes then all I'll have is Ted," Ben said and shivered at the thought of their boss. Sam sighed and looked up at the white ceiling.

"Fine, but you know that we are all going to have to use up the off days that Ted gave to us after the rubber band incident," Sam said to his friends hoping that would convince them otherwise.

Ben and Sock's faces looked blank. "Oh yeah," they both said in perfect unison then smirked to themselves.

Ben shook his head. "Are we driving there Sam?" Sam looked at Ben as if he was crazy.

"No. That will take way too long and will be very uncomfortable. I'm flying. But how you guys are getting there I do not know, because I only have enough money for myself," Sam said and rubbed his left eye.

Sock and Ben smiled wide and looked at each other, "We have a way." Sam frowned.

"If it involves the Devil, so help me-" Sam started to say but Ben cut him off.

"Don't worry, it's nothing like that."

About two and a half days later…

"Sock don't bump into me," Ben said and tried to move away from him in his seat.

"Guys, come on. We are going to be on this flight for six hours and and twenty some minutes. Try to make it at least a little enjoyable," Sam said and put his hand over his face. "Sock did you just fart?" Sam said with a disgusted face.

"You know what Sam, just shut up and enjoy the fart, I mean flight. Okay? Gosh, you complain so much."

Sam grunted then tried to move over as far away from Sock as the seat would let him, which was maybe an inch.

Sock turned his head to Ben. "Do you have any peanuts?" he asked.

" Why would I?" Ben asked. You could easily tell that he was very irritated.

"Whoa, sorry, Mr. Attitude," Sock said and went through his pockets until he found a half unwrapped Hershey kiss in his back right one.

Eight and a half hours later…

"Finally!" Sock yelped and ran over to one of the two double beds in the motel room and collapsed onto its covers.

"Do you know how dirty those covers are?" Ben asked Sock.

"I don't know, and I don't care. All I know is that I'm not on a plane or in a cab," he said flatly and started to sniff the cover. "Febreeze is addictive," Sock said and curled up into a little ball.

Ben looked at the room and frowned. "There are only two beds," he said and looked at Sam, and then a terrified expression crossed his face. "I am NOT going to sleep in the same bed as Sock!"

Sam smirked then shook his head. "No, before we left Andi gave me an air bed that we can use," he said then tossed his suitcase on Sock's side.

"Owe," Sock said and looked at Sam. "What you do that for?" he asked.

"I was aiming beside you. It didn't work out though. Sorry," Sam replied smoothly and looked at his watch, 9:40 pm. He let out a long, heavy yawn.

"I'm just going to see this Mohinder guy tomorrow morning. Lets just go and try to find some pizza," Sam said and Sock jolted up as fast as a bullet.

"Yeah, lets do that," he said and took one last sniff of the covers and stood up and practically ran out of the door.

"Sock, wait up!" Ben yelled after him and both he and Sam ran after their pizza deprived friend.

About fifteen minutes later…

They all walked into a small pizza place with only a few tables that could easily hold five people. All of them were full except for one that had only one person, a girl with dark brown hair that appeared to be 16 or maybe a little younger. Sam, Sock and Ben looked at each other. They were tired, and didn't want to walk around any more looking for another pizza shop.

They shrugged their shoulders and walked over to the table. "Is it okay if we sit here too?" Ben asked the girl politely. The girl's head shot up and she looked up at them and smiled widely, showing her braces.

"Sure, that will give me someone to talk to," she said and Sock spun around, trying to escape. Sam however grabbed his shirt collar and patted his back. They all sat down.

The girl's eyes shined brightly and started to talk nonstop about some rock she found earlier. Sam and his friends looked at each other. They should have kept walking!

"Hey," Sam interrupted her. She stopped all the sudden. Then the thought crossed his mind: how she could breathe while she was talking? "Do you know where this address is?" he asked the girl, showing her a wrinkled slip of paper that he pulled out of his pocket. She frowned as she looked at it and nodded.

"Yeah, I think some comic artist used to live there. But now some Indian dude with a weird accent lives there." She turned her chair away from them and pointed in front of her, out the window. "The building is four blocks up there on the side that we are on," she said and turned back around to face them. Then started to talk nonstop again. They will never again sit with a teenage girl.

The next morning...

Sam walked down the hallway with Sock a few feet behind him, both looking for the right apartment number. "Why did we have to leave Benji at the motel?" Sock asked in almost a whining voice.

"Sock, he stayed up most of the night. He needs his sleep," Sam said and stopped at a glass door beside a very large window.

Sam took a deep breath and held it. He knocked on the door, waited but no one answered. He did this two more times then called out, "Hello?" But, again, no one answered.

Sock sighed, "Just see if he left the door unlocked." Sam looked at him and shook his head. Sock just shrugged his shoulders and turned the door's knob. It opened easily.

Sam glowered at Sock, who didn't even notice, and they both walked into the apartment. Sam looked around. It looked more like a loft to him. He walked down a few stairs near the door and saw a picture that was painted on the floor that showed what appeared to be New York City being engulfed in a mushroom cloud.

He shivered and looked over at Sock, who was also looking at the painting.

They heard a small chattering noise and quickly turned their heads. Behind them they saw a seventeen-year old girl with light red hair, who looked very confused. "We weren't expecting to have others come here too," she said softly.

Sock and Sam looked at each other. A little weary of another teen girl. "We?" Sam asked.

She nodded and pointed to herself. "We," she said and looked at them.

"Where is Mohinder?" Sam asked her.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, "We don't know. All we know is that we are supposed to come here and get someone named Sam," she shrugged then looked pointed at them. "Which one is Sam?" she asked them.

"How do you know my name?" Sam asked then shut his eyes. Not the smartest thing to say.

She shrugged her shoulders again. "What is your power?" she asked and Sam looked at her in confusion.

"Power?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah, we mean, you came here looking for Mohinder. You've got to have a special ability," she said and crossed her arms. Sam then realized that this Mohinder didn't want to talk to him about the possibly of him of being the devil's son. He wanted to talk to him about him being telekinetic.

Sam pondered about just telling her. After all, she was just some girl that no one would believe if she told someone. However, he shook his head a little. "I uh- don't know what you are talking about," Sam said and noticed how easily you could tell that he wasn't telling the truth.

The girl frowned, but nodded. "Understandable," she said. She walked to a wall, extended her arm, and her hand and wrist passed into the wall. Sock and Sam looked at her in shock, but the girl didn't look surprised at all. She looked over at Sam. "We can phase ourselves through things. So what can you do?" she asked in almost a playful tone.

"Telekinesis. Although I'm not too good at it yet," he said staring at the girl. She smiled and put her arm to her side as if phasing was nothing.

"Cool," she said and nodded with approval then closed her eyes and kept them like that.

"Mohinder didn't call you. He hasn't called anyone to our knowledge, in awhile. Someone else must have. Probably Pinehearst. I doubt it was the Company or another one of us," she said to herself. However Sock and Sam did hear her. She opened her eyes and looked at them for a moment. She then stated, "you guys have to come with us."