Elle pops up in Sylar's life increasingly often. He'll watch, forzen in palce, as she does simple things - brushes her hair, watches television, drinks a cherry red Slush-o - chatting endlessly all the while.
He wants to hate it. He wants to hate her.
But he can't. And he knows it.
His life becomes a game. On the good days, a game of cat and mouse, between killer and victim.
On most days, it's wait and see.
He waits for her to show up somewhere.
Maybe he sees her at his favorite diner. Maybe she puts a hand on his naked chest while he showers.
Most often, he sees her in his dreams. On a beach.
With blooding dripping off of her forehead.
Every time he sees her, she says something different. "I hate you, Gabriel" "You miss me" "Think of what we could have had" and "I was pregnant," were among the most common of Elle's sayings.
The last part of her musings is the most painful. Because it could have been true.
And he wanted it. After all these months, deep down, he still wants it.
So, he decides he going to savor every moment he has with Elle, even though he knows she's not there.
Because now, all he has left is a vision.
And Gabriel's pretty content to pretend to have his Elle back.