Sure enough, Oliver could've used Aline's powers to clean himself. But for some reason, sitting in a bathtub was quite relaxing, something that felt too good. Why would he use some powers if if he can do pretty well without them? When he was getting out of the tub, he wondered why he began thinking like that. Usually he just takes a bath because he needed to be cleaned, but to relax? That was thought that had never occurred to him. Then he figured they weren't at all his own thoughts, but someone else's. As he was about to put on some of Suresh's clothes, which he (Suresh) had left for him as a substitute for his own outfit, he wondered why, if Aline is indeed inside of him, then why hadn't she started to appear before him? All her thoughts, experiences, memories are inside of him, so why wouldn't she? Then he figured that such ideas are typical for Battlestar Galactica-esque stories, not the real world. Then again, after everything he's seen and/or done, who's to say what's real anymore? He shrugged these thoughts of, and began focussing on something else.
He left the bathroom. He wanted to go to the front door, but got startled as somebody else was in the appartment. A man, likely end twenties or early thirties, with short black hair, wearing a long coat. There was something vaguely familiar about this man, but that wasn't the first thing that came to mind
Not knowing what else to say, he asked: "Who are you?"
The man appeared surprised to find Oliver there, but somehow found a way to not show. He answered: "Sylar."
The name sounded vaguely familiar, but instead of figuring out where he heard it before, Oliver asked what he really wanted to know: "What are you doing here?"
"Right back at ya." Sylar replied.
Oliver was taken aback because this guy remained so calm. He tried to do the same thing: "I... I was consulting the doctor!"
"Funny." Sylar said, "I came for the exact same thing. But luckely, I found something else instead."
He took a few steps closer. Oliver wasn't entirely sure wether this guy could be trusted. He appeared surprised to find someone in the appartment, but didn't seem displeased.
"Why won't we go for a walk while we wait for him?!" Sylar suggested.
Oliver needed an excuse to not go: "Er... Why not... I guess. Le... Lemme just go get something."
"Whatever you need." Sylar said.
Not entirely sure what to make out of that reply, Oliver went back into the bathroom.
He closed the door behind him, and stood with his back against it. He doesn't know what to do now, especially since he didn't know wether to trust that Sylar guy or not. Suddenly, the door opened itself with a heavy force, and knocked him on the other side of the room. Oliver tried to get up, as he saw Sylar stand in the door opening.
"You look like a broken man." he said, as he moved closer, held Oliver by his throat, and up against the wall, "Lemme fix you!"
What he did then wasn't entirely clear to Oliver. All he knew was that Sylar raised a finger, pointed it to his head, and then he started to feel pain. Still afraid of using his own powers, Oliver allowed his right fist to transform, and punched Sylar with it. Once he was down, Oliver took his chance to get out of the appartment. He made it into the living room, but tripped over something. He fell flat on his belly, and his face. He felt that his left hand hit something on the small living room table before hitting the ground, but wasn't entirely sure. He tried to turn while still lying down. And when he did so, he found Sylar right behind him, likely the cause of his tripping.
"I said I was only gonna fix you!" Sylar sounded less calm this time, "Now, I don't think I'll be that friendly with you! You bastard!"
This was something that Oliver couldn't understand. Sylar wants to kill him, and Oliver is the bastard? Suddenly he relised why he's thinking that, while he must defend himself. He raised his hands, but suddenly he heard something clash nearby, after which something kept his hands to the floor, and caused him terrible. Oliver quickly looked, and saw that knives had pinned his hands to the floor.
"Try that again now!" Sylar dared him, as he moved closer again.
Curiously, Oliver didn't feel anything on his left hand. With all ease, he raised his hand, and punched it against Sylar's knees, knocking him down. Once Sylar was down, Oliver still knocked him in the face, to make sure he'll stay down. He wanted to releas his other hand, but as he did so, he noticed something peculiar about his left hand. The idea that a knife had penetrated it, and he didn't feel pain in this hand wasn't weird enough. It appeared as though his hand was made out of black plastic, and have buttons attached to them. It almost looked like his hand had become a T.V.'s remote control.
"What the...?" Oliver had no explanation for this one. It didn't matter either. He first needed to release his right hand. Doing so caused him pain, but at least it's released he kept telling himself. With that hand, he tried to take the knife out of his left hand. When that was done, he shook his left hand. After a few seconds, his hand became normal again. At the same time, a remote control, with a hole in it, dropped to the floor. So the remote control got damaged instead of his hand. Oliver looked at the table he thought to have hit earlier. He must have hit that controller when he fell, and somehow merged with it. Question is, since when is he able to merge with things? This question he asked himself as he tried to get up. Once he was up, something pushed him away.
"So... you can do that too!" Sylar said, slightly surprised, but still amused, "Let's see how you'd do with a T.V.!"
He picked Oliver up, and threw him to the T.V. screen. Oliver could only hope that whatever he did with the remote control would happen again. Sylar witnessed Oliver's head touching the screen, and then disappear into it completely, like the rest of his body. Sylar was displeased. Whoever this guy was, he had powers unlike anything he has encountered so far, and that wasn't a great deal of many. Then again, at the same time he was pleased that he's gone. Or else, had he destroyed the T.V. screen, he'd have some explaning to do with Suresh. But now he's relieved of that.
