Hamlet said "to be or not to be." The thought that was Sylar's mind that night was "to kill or not to kill." He roamed the streets of New York City with that thought replaying over and over. He was relieved that Melissa wasn't freaked out by his powers, but that was only because she had some power of her own. It was a strange one too. Well, the power itself was strange, it was the fact that she had it was strange. The first person he had taken a power from could move things with just his mind. Melissa did that too. The only difference was that Melissa could only move things, not manipulate by bending them. She could also move any object any size. As long as it was in her line of sight she could move it. That would be one hell of a power to have, but the only was to take it was to… He couldn't finish that thought; didn't want to finish it. This was the woman he loved and, hopefully, one day marry. But this what he did. He collected powers. Never before had he had to take a power from someone he knew. He needed it. No he didn't. This was the debate that ranged along with whole one about killing her or letting her live. He walked past the ice cream shop where the two spent at least one night a week. He stood outside, staring in. The night before he left she had asked him how he would feel about her if she there was something different about her. He had told her that he would love her no matter what and that was the truth. The fact is that he loved her even more knowing that she was like him. But she was one of them. No she wasn't. Yes she was. He let out a loud, long scream in frustration. He had to start moving along because people were starting to stare. He kept replaying the same thoughts in his head as he made his way back home. He sat down on the front steps of the apartment building. Putting his head in his hands he did something he hadn't done in what seemed like forever; he cried. It wasn't because of sadness it was because of frustration. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew what he had to do. Melissa was on his side. She was never going to go against him. She could use her power along side him and it be like having it himself. The only difference was that he wasn't doing it alone. This was something that could and would bring them closer. He got up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He stopped when he reached their apartment door, though. He would never tell her how he kept getting new powers. If, for some reason, she did find out, he would have to see how she reacted before he decided what to do. If she was all for it, then great. But it was against it, she would have to go.
Quietly, he made his way through the apartment and into the bedroom where he saw the light on. Melissa was up, reading, and probably waiting for him to come home. "I woke up and you weren't here," she said. "I got worried. You ok? You haven't really seemed like yourself all night."
"I'm fine." He paused. "But I have to go," he added.
"Go."
"I can feel new powers coming. I have to go…"
"Get used to them. I get it. I just don't get why you can't do it here." He needed to think of an answer. "I don't want to hurt you getting used to them. If there was an accident and I…" She got out of the bed and put her arms around his neck. "I understand. Just hurry back, ok?"