Blue and red lights flashed past Kirby Plaza, a sign that someone had notified the police of the strange noises and loud sounds. Sylar cursed wordlessly, pulling Elle into an alley nearby. He caught his breath for a moment, still barely holding onto consciousness. He held Elle by the wrist still, as if she was an anchor to this world. He would not let himself rest until he got revenge.

Elle looked fearfully up at Sylar, thoughts racing through her mind. If she were to try and escape, she wouldn't get far. Not when this man had so many powers at his disposal. She had noticed, though, that he seemed to be minutes from passing out. If she could only stall until he slipped away…

Taking a chance, Elle ripped from Sylar's grip. She pulled a small syringe from her purse and swiftly plunged it into the man's neck. He stumbled backward, smirking as if nothing had happened. With a flick of his thin fingers, he sent a garbage can flying at the girl. Luckily, in his drug-induced haze, he had missed entirely.

Dusting herself off, Elle walked over to Sylar. He had begun rambling incoherently. "What? No, please. This is wrong. Not how it was supposed to- Oh god," Staring at Elle, he put both hands on her shoulders. "You drugged me." He whispered, seeming completely sane for a moment. It was then that he collapsed. She let him fall, too. His head hit the pavement with a sickening crack.

In Sylar's mind, one scene replayed. Over and over. As if someone was playing DJ with his thoughts, this particular memory skipped backward and forward randomly. Words slurred, images skittered. But he knew this memory, nonetheless. That cup of tea, tasting so delicious for a moment. The bitter aftertaste it left in his mouth. The reason, he was soon to realize, was that he had been betrayed. Or, had he been the betrayer? Either way, there was fury. And the pain, well, that was terrible. Just behind his neck, he remembered. And the words, "You may just do some good before you die," They echoed. Double toned, also. They were spoken in two distinctly different voices, somehow melded together. One was familiar, dark and mocking. The other was light, an intoxicating mixture of British and Indian, and tinged with some uncontrolled hate.

The second voice, from his dream, spoke. "It's good that you called me," The man said, in hushed tones.

"Yes. I'll need you and Elle to monitor his progress. You know how dangerous he can be, so I trust you will take the proper measures to keep him in check." Another man hissed.

"Of course, Daddy, we'll take good care of him until the orders are given." A girl responded, giggling slightly.

Sylar opened his eyes groggily and was met with gray. Lots of gray. A small groan escaped his lips as he attempted to lift himself up. From across a huge pane of glass, three pairs of eyes stared at him. Bob, Mohinder, and Elle were congregated in a small circle, exchanging surprised glances and paperwork.

"Well, good luck." Bob whispered, leaving through a side door.

His own aching head distracted Sylar momentarily. He clutched it, and realized his forehead had been wrapped in white bandages. A tube trailed from his exposed wrist on up to an IV. Looking down, he saw that someone had changed his clothes as well. The white tee and sweatpants were quite familiar, as was the room he sat in. He focused his gaze directly on the two figures looking in at him.

Mohinder averted his eyes, and turned to Elle. "I'm not really sure about protocol," He began, "what should we begin with?"

The girl arched an eyebrow. "First, we check his vitals," She explained, examining her nails. She displayed none of the heroic courage that she had earlier. Now, she practically radiated with self contentment. She had, after all, caught Mr. Big Bad.

Even the worst of monsters could be tamed with enough drugs, Mohinder thought, bitterly. "So, we actually have to go in there?" He asked, eyeing Sylar uncertainly.

"Don't worry," Elle reassured him, "he can't use his powers while in that tank, and the sedatives are keeping him pretty weak."

Mohinder nodded, walking through the front door of the glass containment unit. He was face to face with this monster. Again.