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Chapter Two:

Lyle hardly got anymore sleep after his sister left, but he dragged himself out of bed as soon as he heard his parents get up.

He took a long, deep breath before slowly pulling the bedroom door open. Surveying the room, he saw his mom standing by the stove in the small kitchenette and his dad sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. The peace and quiet that the room was surrendered to would be completely disrupted as soon as Lyle gave them the news.

He finally managed a nervous, "Morning," and both adults looked at him.

"You're up early," Sandra commented. "I hope you didn't wake your sister, she needs all the sleep she can get."

"Um….s-she's already….awake," he stated, biting his lip.

"Is there something wrong, son?" HRG inquired as he folded his newspaper.

"Claire….Claire's gone," he whispered. His voice was so quiet, he was surprised that he had even heard it.

"What was that, Lyle?" Sandra asked, giving her son her full attention.

Lyle cleared his throat. "Claire's gone, she left this morning."

"What?" HRG quickly got to his feet, he expression sharp.

"She wanted me to give you this," he handed the folded note to his mom, too scared to go too close to his dad.

"You knew she was leaving and you didn't wake us up?!?"

"I couldn't," Lyle shouted suddenly.

"And why not?"

"Because for once in her life, Claire trusted me to help her, and I wasn't about to let her down."

Sandra, who had opened the note, said, "She's gone to find Peter Petrelli."

"I should've known," HRG muttered. "I'm going after her."

Sandra quickly placed a hand on her husband's arm. "I want her here with us as much as you do, but if you go after her, find her, and force her to come home, she's going to resent you for a very long time. And that's if you even find her."

"You want me to just let her go?!? It's dangerous out there."

"Right now it's dangerous everywhere."

HRG let out an audible sigh. "That's what Claire said."

Sandra nodded. "It's true. And I think that Claire is more than capable of taking care of herself.

Claire turned the corner of a large building and found a bunch of people gathered together. On the other side of the group she made out the top of a police car and an ambulance. Her eyebrows furrowed together. What was going on? She tapped somebody's shoulder and they turned to look at her, their face grim.

"What happened? What's going on?" she asked in one breath.

They merely shook their head. "It was him, he got another one."

"Who? What are you talking about?"

When the person refused to answer any more of her questions, she started to push her way through the crowd. Claire's heart dropped to her feet when she reached the center.

There Peter laid, his body limp. The top of his head detached from the rest of his body. "Peter!" she screamed, the horror and desperation evident in her small voice. She crouched down next to him. "You can't leave me, I need you!"

"Don't worry; you'll be joining him soon."

A chill went up her spine and she turned towards the voice. Sylar!

Claire's body jerked and her eyes flew open. To her relief, she was still seated on the bus. It had all been a dream, a nightmare. And what a terrible one it was! She let out a shaky sigh. Just the thought of Sylar getting to Peter and….

Claire shivered, not being able to finish that thought. Was Sylar still alive? Would he get to Peter before she did?

She shook her head firmly. No. She wouldn't allow herself to think like that. Peter would be just fine when she found him. He had to be.

Claire grabbed her duffle from the overhead and made her way down the narrow aisle. She smiled politely and paid the bus driver before getting out. A large hotel loomed in front of her. It was so big that it made her feel as inferior as an ant must feel to a person. She raised her eyebrows and thought, and this is the cheapest hotel? I'd hate to see a more expensive one.

Claire threw her duffle bag and her purse over her shoulder and pushed through the revolving doors. When she reached the check-in counter, she hesitantly pulled her dad's credit card out of her wallet and handed it to the receptionist. He probably hadn't even realized that she had taken it yet.

Claire took in all the people that surrounded her. There were businessmen working on their expensive laptops and talking on their fancy cell phones, young couples that had 'just married' written across their enthusiastic faces, and families that had probably traveled there to see all of the famous landmarks and take in the whole feel of New York.

But, none of them seemed to be aware of the darkness that the city was trapped in, the evil that lurked in every crick and corner of the place. They all just seemed so….oblivious.

Claire sighed audibly. Lucky them, she thought, whoever said 'ignorance is bliss', was an absolute genius.

After getting to her room, she tossed down her bag and collapsed onto the bed. She hadn't been laying there for even a minute, when an up-beat tune erupted from her cell phone. She groaned and retrieved the device from her purse.

Sure enough, it was who she thought it would be, her dad.

Claire bit her lip, she knew that she had to talk to him sometime……

She debated for a minute, but finally sent the incoming call to her voicemail. She couldn't talk to him. He was sure to try and talk her into coming home, but she wasn't going to, not yet. Not until she found Peter.

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