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Chapter 4: Condolences

"I know it sounds crazy," Peter replied to the skeptical look Claude was giving him. "But I know Nathan's alive…"

"Five minutes ago you were sure he was dead," the invisible man accused.

"I know. But…we're connected, him and I," Peter answered, gesturing in frustration as he struggle for the words. "I can still feel him...I need to find him." Claude smirked.

"Look's like you've figured out what you want," replied the mentor slapping a hand against Peter's shoulder as he walked by.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked hurrying to catch up.

"The Petrelli house," Claude replied matter-of-factly. Peter stopped short.

"How do you know where…" Peter waved his hand dismissively and followed. "I don't want to know."

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Claire sat at the large beautiful mahogany table, her head resting on her hand. Her eyes stared intently at the cards in her hand.

"Go fish," she said to her opponent. She watched a small hand take a card off the pile.

"You're turn," the soft voice informed her. She studied the person opposite her. His small face scrunched up in a serious expression that looked down right laughable on the child. Monty was Nathan's youngest…her half brother. Simon and Monty had known her father like she never would be able too. Her lip quivered at the thought. She did not begrudge them that relationship, but it was still hard.

She choked down the bitterness welling up in her throat and played her card. Monty was so young, he barely understood the sorrow around him. Simon, however, was not so lucky. He did not have the privilege of ignorance to help him through such a difficult time.

Claire felt for them from the bottom of her heart. This was hurting her so much and she barely knew Nathan, she could only imagine how bad it was on his family. So it was with this thought she found herself babysitting her father's youngest, giving Heidi some time for herself.

Noah was in the other room attempting to sort out the logistics of where the Bennet family would live since they no longer had a house, Simon was in his room where he spent most of his time these days, and where Angela had disappeared to Claire could only guess.

The doorbell rang, breaking Claire's thoughts.

"I got it," She called to her surrogate father, "No peeking," she teased her half brother placing her cards down on the table. He sent her an adorable smile that reminded Claire of her prodigal Uncle. She ruffled Monty's hair affectionately before getting up and heading toward the door. Slowly she pulled it open.

"Hey," She asked. There before her stood a tall thin man. His skin was dark and his hair curly. She stared into his brown eyes and felt the eerie sensation of familiarity. Like she had met him before, only she was sure she had not. "Can I help you?" At his side was a young girl, her hair was light brown and fell about her shoulders. On her face was a sympathetic smile.

The man was staring at her with a blank expression—she guessed that he was feeling the same strange recognition.

"Claire…Claire Bennet?" the man questioned. Claire leaned against the door and sized him up with her eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked, all politeness forgotten.

"Oh forgive me. My name is Mohinder Suresh, and this is Molly Walker" He replied gesturing to the young girl. "I know your father…and Peter. I'm sorry to be so foreword but…what are you doing here?" Claire shifted her weight from one foot to the other. This man did not seem particularly dangerous; at least the little girl seemed comfortable with him.

"I'm here because of Nathan's funeral." She replied honestly.

"That's why I am here as well," he replied, "I wanted to make it to the funeral but I did not get the chance, so I am here to pay my condolences to Peter." Curiosity burned in Mohinder's dark eyes. "I must ask, how do you know the Petrellis?"

"Don't you know? You said you know my father…"

"He means me, Claire," Noah informed as he entered the room. He nodded to the scientist. "Dr. Suresh."

"Mr. Bennet, I admit now I am more than confused."

"Why don't you come in Doctor, this is no short story."

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"Why are we going back there?" Peter asked as the shock from the earlier occurrence wore off. "We saw Nathan blocks away."

"Ever seen him before today?" Claude questioned as he continued to walk on.

"At the funeral, I saw him in the sky but only for a second."

"Well if he's been in the city this whole time why do you think he hasn't tried to contact you?" Claude paused and watched the confusion spread across Peter's face. "Use your brain, friend."

"You don't think I saw him?" Peter's words seemed to beg for confirmation. Claude clicked his tongue.

"How was it you knew I was the one to help you," Claude prodded.

"My dream…" Peter replied looking very much like a light bulb was hanging over his head. "But that only happened when I was sleeping."

"And you could only fly when your brother was around," Claude replied.

"You mean my dreams are…getting stronger?" Peter asked.

"Finally he gets it," Claude mocked. "Your visions use sleep as a vessel, once we get you trained you shouldn't need to snooze to see them."

"So if he wasn't there…then where is he?"

"That's exactly why we are going back to your dog house," Claude replied as they walked up the concrete stairs. Peter nodded in understanding. He rang the doorbell and leaned against the frame.

Claude's eyes shifted to the window. Peter watched him curiously. Claude's normally unreadable expression suddenly gave way to anger.

"What?" Peter asked in concern. The invisible man grabbed Peter's shirt and shoved him against the door, his sneakers hanging inches above the ground.

"You didn't tell me Bennet would be here," Claude hissed.

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Molly sat on the couch beside Mohinder, her big eyes staring into Claire's the whole time. Noah had been surprisingly open with the scientist and in turn Mohinder had explained his side of the story.

Claire shook her head in wonderment. Would the world never stop surprising her? The stories had been told now and a horrible awkward silence consumed the room.

Without warning Molly stood up and walked over to Claire, taking a seat between her and Noah.

"I made this for Peter, but looks like you need it too," Molly explained handing Claire a piece of paper. Claire's eyes fell on the gift and gasped. It was a simple drawing made with bright colored crayons and construction paper. But it was not the artistry that caused her reaction, but what the picture was of.

A dark haired man stood glowing in the center of the page. Another man—in a suit—was beside him, his hand outstretched. In the background was a familiar orange spiral. The picture was of Kirby Plaza, and more so…of Peter and Nathan.

Tears welded up into Claire's eyes as she looked at the picture.

"I know what its like," Molly told her softly "My parents are dead too."

The loud sound of the door bell ringing cut off any further conversation. Noah slowly made his way over to the door and pulled it open.

Before Noah could even acknowledge the fact that no one was there, something solid slammed into him. He grabbed what felt very much like a shoulder. Noah narrowed his eyes and pushed it into the wall. He knew who this was.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed. "Show yourself!" On cue the transparent figure slowly became visible. "Peter?" It was both a question and a statement, his hard expression quickly slipping. Claire, Mohinder and Molly were in the room now. All looking very confused.

"What's going on?" Mohinder was the first to ask. Noah let go of the younger man and stepped back.

"I apologize, you caught me off guard," Mr. Bennet explained quickly. Peter nodded.

"You caught me off guard too," he replied rubbing his twice injured shoulder. His words were tense and hurried. Before Claire could even begin to analyze the strange look Noah and Peter were exchanging, it was gone. Peter turned quickly around to face the scientist.

"Mohinder?" He questioned. "What are you doing here."

"I came to see you Peter," explained the scientist. He looked at Peter with a half hidden expression of awe. "…I knew you were alive but…" he stumbled. "I could barely believe it." A smirk found its way onto Peter's features.

"Well it turns out…I can't die."

Really? We should test that theory.

Peter looked up in surprise. The voice in his head was frighteningly familiar. He turned quickly around, cocking his head slightly, trying to pick up on the thoughts again.

Are you in my head little mouse?

Peter felt his heart beat double.

I'll take that as a yes.

"Peter?" Noah asked in concern "What's wrong?" The Petrelli did not respond as he turned once more trying to locate the direction these thoughts were coming to him from.

Oh scared little mouse, the cat is here to play.

"Where are you?!" Peter screamed out, causing his companions to jump. A scream rang out from the adjourning room.

"MONTY!"

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