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It was a slow day. The world didn't need saving, Sylar wasn't around to try to kill, and Peter had nothing to do. He was sitting on a park bench eating an English muffin when his mind started to wander, thinking about weird things he's never noticed before…Why are they called English muffins? He don't look like muffins, and are they from England? The world may never know…

Why did his future self always have a scar?

The question interrupted his English muffin centered thoughts, giving him something to ponder. No matter what future he went to or when Future Peter popped up in the present, he always had a scar across his face. What was that all about?

Throwing out the rest of his English muffin (it was a lie, anyways,) he poofed to the future, somehow showing up the exact moment he got his scar.

Future Peter (from now on know as FP) was strolling down the street eating an English muffin. Peter went all invisible and trailed after him, wishing that he hadn't thrown out his English muffin. Out of nowhere a gingerbread house fell from the sky, hurtling toward FP's unsuspecting head.

"No!" Peter yelled, tackling FP, thus saving him from the flying Christmas confection. Instead the cookie house smashed onto the back of his head, knocking him out. Peter learned something that day, gingerbread houses are as hard as rocks.

A few minutes later he came too, staggering to his feet and looking around for FP. He found him shaking his head sadly at his English muffin, which had fallen and gotten link and gum and dirt all over its buttery goodness.

"I'm sorry about the English muffin, man," He apologized to FP, "But I had o save you from getting a facial scar."

Slowly FP turned to him. Peter gasped as he saw what his interference had caused. A red line of blood dashed across FP's face where the scar always was.

"Why aren't you healing?!" Peter gasped.

"Since you're obviously past me, I guess you don't know," FP paused dramatically, "Gingerbread is my only weakness, I was sliced by a falling gingerbread man when you pushed me out of the way."

"Oh," Peter said sadly. "At least I know the truth now"

"Go home now," FP said in a weird grave voice.

"Okay," Peter sniffed tearing up, he grabbed FP in a bear hug, "I'm going to miss you, man!"

Nodding to each other Peter stepped back and poofed back to the present. Then he went and got an English muffin.