Epilogue:

"This experience has been really eye-opening for me. I'd like to thank Stacy and Clinton for helping me. I'm definitely going to continue to follow the rules," says Sylar. Then an announcer says,

"We regret to inform you that Stacy and Clinton will be unable to return to the show. But we'd like to welcome the new hosts of What Not to Wear, Maya and Alejandro!" Sylar turns off the T.V.

"I can't believe they aired that," Sylar says.

"There was quite a lot of violence," Mohinder agrees.

"No, I'm talking about how I threatened the producers. Saying I would kill them if they aired it. Remind me, tomorrow I have to take a trip to New York."

"Some things never change, I guess," Mohinder sighs.

"Come on, Mohinder, you didn't actually thing changing my wardrobe would make me not a murderer, did you?" Mohinder shrugs. "Speaking of that, I killed that man you gave me the name of. You were wrong about him. He doesn't have a power."

"Oh him? That was just a lie to get you to be at that restaurant."

"I figured," Sylar says, but he isn't too annoyed about it anymore. He is more annoyed that Mohinder's shirt doesn't match his pants. In fact, studying Mohinder's entire outfit, he realizes that it is completely hideous. "You know, Mohinder," he says suddenly, "You have terrible fashion sense." Mohinder looks appalled.

"Me?" he says. Sylar nods.

"Yes. I mean look. Your shirt and pants don't go together at all, your shoes are god awful-" Mohinder interrupts him.

"I think you must have absorbed Stacy and Clinton's fashion powers when you killed them," he said. Sylar pauses thoughtfully, then groans in disgust.

"Ugh, you're right," he says. Mohinder dies laughing.

A/N: Okay, um…well, that's it. Thank you everybody for reading and commenting, and in response to a lot of the comments, I love Sylar's clothes too! Even his sweater vests! I just wrote this for fun. No offense intended to Sylar, and I hope he doesn't kill me.