At Saint Elizabeth's, Shawn had been moved to a regular room for observation. Hiro and Yolanda sat in adjacent visitors' chairs, talking with their mostly coherent friend. As the doctors took the redhead off sedatives, she became conscious enough to resume tapping at her own will and to tell her visitors what happened.

"So," Yolanda said, "how goes the tapping, Shawn?"

"Well," she replied, "since my head doesn't hurt too bad, I think I could try an active tap."

"Maybe you should stick with passive," Hiro said as he brushed Shawn's hair out of her face.

Shawn nodded. "Good idea, Hiro."

Yolanda cleared her throat. "Then you ought to tap and see where Mohinder is. I still haven't been able to get in touch with him. He should know where you are, since, after all, it was your idea to drag him up here."

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute."

Shawn leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She tapped into Mohinder's whereabouts and found him in an elevator with a woman she presumed to be Ananda Shenoy. Opening her eyes, she glanced at the ceiling before informing her friends of what she found.

"He's at Kirby Plaza," she announced. "I think he's going to get Molly."

"Molly?" Yolanda squeaked. "Is that why you guys drove up here on a whim in the middle of March?"

Shawn nodded as she went into another tap. "Good thing he's there. It looks like she needs another transfusion."

"Oh shit," Yolanda whispered. Then she snapped her fingers. "I'm actually due for an evaluation. I think I'll check in and try to get to her."

"Then run," Shawn urged. "I wish I could join you."

Yolanda nodded as she stood up. "I'll call you when I get there."

"Alright. Good luck."

"You, too."

With that, Yolanda left the room, leaving Shawn and Hiro holding each other's hands.

"Shawn!" Hiro exclaimed.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Do you want me...to take you to Kirby Plaza?"

For a moment, she contemplated Hiro's offer. "Erm, can we go to my hotel room first? I'm not going to track down anybody wearing just this hospital gown."

Hiro flushed and nodded. Without further prompting, he put his hands on her shoulders, and they closed their eyes. They made their way to Shawn's hotel room, and she dressed in a flash. From there, they headed to the 48th floor of Kirby Plaza. Looking around, Shawn grabbed Hiro and drew him into a lightning quick hug.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Peter watched Mira as she checked some equipment. The Indian woman circled the empath for several minutes, taunting him as she made her rounds. All Peter could do was watch as Mira orbited him, pausing every once in a while to check something. If she wasn't looking at a computer monitor, she fiddled with the thermostat. After nearly fifteen minutes of watching her perform mundane tasks, he snapped.

"Why are you so upset that I mentioned Mohinder?" he asked. "It's not like I want to have sex with him or anything."

"Really?" Mira asked. "Then why do you bring it up?"

"Isn't that what most women fear when they hear their boyfriend is spending a lot of time with or even thinking about someone else?"

"I always thought it was the other way around."

With that, she grabbed a spiked pinwheel off the desk and threw it into Peter's exposed forearm. Once it was embedded in his skin, Mira grabbed the handle and dragged it down right next to the vein, watching the blood stream to the floor. Peter gritted his teeth as she ripped into his flesh. He hissed a string of nonsensical phrases and curses until she pulled the wheel out of his arm. He opened his eyes and watched the skin heal back in place. Mira watched as well, dropping the pinwheel when the skin settled. The clackety-clack of the pinwheel reverberated through the room, making Peter cringe at the pitch.

"What else can do you?" she asked. You really are a freak.

"Yeah, I'm a freak," he replied. "Trust me, I've thought about that myself."

Mira doubled back as she recoiled from him digging into her mind.

"I also know you had sex with a married man. Your sister...she is the reason that baby was never born."

"How the hell would you know that?" she gasped.

Peter smirked. "Call it a gift. Now if you want to see my other talents, untie my hands and get me some art supplies."

The elevator doors parted, revealing the floor to Mohinder and Ananda. They scuttled out and made their way to the children's ward. Checking the rooms, Ananda opened a door only to find several bodies on gurneys covered in white sheets. She heard Mohinder shout something, but she ignored him. Walking into the room, she approached one body and pulled up the sheet. She checked all the bodies except one tucked in the back corner. When she got to it, she pulled the sheet off the person's face and stumbled away. She saw Sylar with his mouth half open and blood seeping out of his mouth.

"No," she choked out before she broke out into sobs. "Damnit, Sylar. How could they? Was it? No. Sylar, I'm...I'm pregnant. With your baby. I wish...I wish I had gotten the chance to tell you sooner."

Ananda stayed by Sylar's side for some time, not willing to move. She kept a silent vigil by the killer's corpse and pondered the lives she could not save even with her ability.

Mohinder, meanwhile, ran around the children's ward in search of Molly. He reached the end of the hallway and tripped over his own feet while approaching the last door on the right. Throwing it open, he tiptoed into the room and found a small figure lying in the bed. Walking closer, he saw it was Molly. Her face was paler than normal, and Mohinder saw the sweat beads around her eyebrows.

"Molly!"

He ran over to her bed and brushed her hair out of her face.

"Mohinder, is that really you?" she whispered.

"Yes, it's really me," he replied before giving her a kiss on the forehead. "You're okay."

"Mohinder, I don't feel so good. I...can't find anyone."

Mohinder rubbed his face. "Damnit. Look, Molly. I'll get everything set up for another transfusion. Okay?"

She nodded, and Mohinder searched the room for the necessary medical supplies. As he searched, he called Yolanda. It only took two rings before Yolanda picked up the phone.

"Malloy," she answered.

"Yolanda, it's Mohinder," he replied.

"About damn time you answered! Where the hell are you?"

"Long story. I'm in Kirby Plaza, and I'm about to give Molly a transfusion."

He heard Yolanda sigh over the phone. "At least she's okay. What floor are you on?"

"The 42nd."

"Give me ten minutes. I'm in an examination room about ten floors down. I'll be up there as soon as I can."

"Excellent!" Mohinder breathed, more out of relief than joy. "Thank you, Yolanda. By the way, were you trying to call me before?"

"Yeah. I was trying to find out if you knew about Shawn."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll explain when I get there. Go ahead and get her prepped."

With that, Yolanda hung up the phone. Mohinder hung up his phone and then got back to work finding the necessary supplies for the transfusion.

Six floors up, Shawn and Hiro shuffled around, looking for anyone they recognized.

"Why are we here?" Hiro asked.

Shawn stopped walking and thought for a moment. It didn't take long for her to get an answer. "I need to get some information from here."

"What do you mean?"

Shawn opened her mouth to answer when she heard some people talking. Without a word, she dragged Hiro into a nearby closet and shut the door. She put her ear to the door and listened as the voice approached closer. The voices and footsteps stopped in front of the closet, and Shawn backed away.

"Get us out of here," she hissed at Hiro, who wasted no time in transporting them to another floor.

Peter glanced around the room and saw the evidence of his demonstrations for Mira. The office chair was snapped in half and lying in a pool of blood that formed when she drove numerous objects into his feet. On the floor nearby was a piece of paper with a sketch of Mira's face contorting in surprise, her chin resting in another person's hand. Meanwhile, Mira walked over and untied the ropes around his torso. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him out of the room. Peter slid along the floor for what seemed like an eternity until Mira stopped at a door. She opened it before resuming dragging Peter behind her. She finally dropped him at the foot of what looked like a hospital gurney without the bars.

"Get onto the slab!" she barked.

Peter continued to lie on the floor trying to figure out how to get out of this. He decided to go invisible and walk out the door. Just as he made himself invisible, Mira locked the door. Cursing his inability to walk through solid objects, Peter made his way to the slab and rematerialized.

"Cute," Mira sneered. "Now lie down."

Peter had no choice in the matter and got onto the slab. He watched Mira as she dragged over various pieces of electrical equipment by the slab. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax, but nothing eased his hypersensitive nerves. He felt Mira slip something metallic on his fingers, and he heard several clicks of something. Without warning, he felt a jolt of electricity rock his body.

"Now, you will talk," he heard Mira growl as the electricity wave subsided.

Wandering along the floor, Shawn and Hiro heard nothing except the sounds of someone whimpering. They looked at each other and decided to investigate. The two walked down the hall, listening for the whimpers and tracked them to a half open door. Peeking in, they saw a woman with black hair standing next to a dead man whose body was covered by a sheet that had been peeled away at the face.

"Excuse me," Shawn said. "I'm sorry. I just happened to hear you. What's wrong?"

The woman looked up, angry streaks of red cutting through the whites of her eyes. "They killed the father of my baby."

Shawn looked at the man under the sheet and blinked. In an instant, she knew who he was and what had happened. "Hell of a way to kill him, too. And your name is...?"

"Ananda," the woman replied.

"I'm Shawn, and this is Hiro. Wish we could have met under better circumstances."

"Sylar," Hiro whispered. "But...I just stabbed him."

At that, Ananda looked up at Hiro. "You were the crazed Japanese man?"

Hiro simply looked at Ananda, not sure what she meant or what to make of her words. Shawn glanced at the two and decided to intervene.

"Um, story time can wait until later," she stuttered. "However, I know who seemed to order his death in this case."

Ananda looked at Shawn. "Semmed to? Who?"

"Mira. Want to go see her?"

All Ananda could do was nod.

Shawn looked at Hiro. "Get a hold of us and take us back to the 48th floor."

"But what about the guards?" he asked.

Ananda walked over to the duo. "I can handle them. Let's go."

The three of them held each other's shoulders, and Hiro brought them back to the floor where they started. Upon arrival, Shawn scanned the area before signaling them to an area off to the left. They came to a door with a warning sign about electricity use. Shawn pressed her ear to the wooden surface and listened for any signs of activity. Not hearing anything, she tried the latch. Finding it was locked, she shook it until she managed to crack the lock. She pushed the door open only to find a long window. Looking into the room, she found Peter writhing on the gurney and Mira held a violet wand in her wand.

"In here," she whispered to her companions. "Both of them. Mira and Peter."

At that, Ananda and Hiro joined her by the window.

Ananda put her face to the glass. "Shawn, Hiro, you might want to keep watch. What I'm about to do will not be pretty."

Shawn and Hiro nodded before sprinting off to the main hallway. Ananda, meanwhile, stood by the glass and tried to think of what to do. As much as she wanted to break, kill her sister, she had to get on the other side of that glass first.

Come on, Peter, she thought. Can't you break the glass?

Another female voice entered Peter's voice as he half-listened to Mira's taunts. Turning to the tinted window, he drove his remaining strength into concentrating on the glass in front of his eyes.

"Peter, did you hear a thing I said?" Mira screamed.

At that, Peter emitted a primal scream as he focused on the glass. He struggled to puncture the pane, and only one vertical crack cut the surface of the window. The empath grit his teeth and channeled more energy to that crack. After several moments of straining so hard he fought to keep from passing out, Peter broke the glass from the original crack, and shards rained down on the floor below. Looking up, he spotted another Indian girl by the window, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Mira, you bitch," she growled. "Why the fuck did you have Sylar killed like that?"

All Mira could do was look up in surprise at the person on the other side of the window. "Ananda?"

"Yeah, that's my name," the girl hissed as she stepped over the window frame into the cell. "Why the hell did you do it?"

"Company's orders," she stuttered. "Why the hell do you care?"

"You killed the father of my baby."

Mira looked at her sister in disgust. "You mean you actually got involved with that menace...in that way?"

"Must be our mother's sexaholic tendencies. She slept with another man that I called my father. You screwed that one professor and ended up pregnant with his baby. I tried to help you keep your standing. If you had his baby, well, would you have this job?"

Mira stared at her sister, her eyes just as narrow. "I don't know what you're doing, but whatever it is, it's not working on me."

Ananda reached out and grabbed her sister by the arm. "I'm not done yet."

On the 42nd floor, Mohinder and Yolanda knelt by the bed where Molly lay. The little girl's color had improved since they started the transfusion, and she was even sitting up. Mohinder held onto Yolanda in an effort to be strong for Molly, and Yolanda held Mohinder's hand. At one point, Molly turned to face them.

"We need to go," she said. "Peter and Shawn need our help."

"Shawn?" Yolanda asked.

"Peter?" Mohinder asked.

"They're on the 48th floor."

"I thought Shawn was at the hospital," Mohinder replied, and Molly shook her head.

"Hiro," Yolanda whispered. "He must have brought her here."

"I'm okay," Molly pressed. "We need to go. Peter's in trouble! Mira's got him!"

"Mira?" Mohinder asked.

"Yes!"

Mohinder looked at Yolanda, who looked at Molly.

"She can handle it," Yolanda said. "Let's go."

The two unhooked Molly from the IV, and the three of them dashed to the elevators.

Peter fought to keep his eyes open as the two sisters traded barbs before him.

"Why are you torturing this innocent man?" Ananda asked her sister.

"He won't tell us about what he can do."

"But if he's indeed healed and gone invisible before your eyes, not to mention read your thoughts and tell you about your past, does it matter? If nothing else, you now know that our kind exists."

"Too bad you had to be a bastard in order to have an ability."

Ananda shifted her hand from Mira's arm to her chin and gripped her jaw. "For your information, I am damn proud of my father and what he could do! He did a hell of a lot more than the Shenoys ever could."

"But what happened to him? He died, didn't he?"

"Yeah. Would you like to know how he died, you harlot?"

Mira looked in her sister's opaque blue eyes. "I...don't you dare, Ananda!"

"Relax, Sis. It's only a stroke."

Ananda tilted as she tightened her grip on her sister's jaw. She watched as Mira's eyes bugged out and jaw sagged in her hands. The other woman's tongue moved as if trying to form words, but no sound left her lungs. The two of them stood there for five minutes before Ananda told the blockage to finish Mira. Ananda let go of her sister and watched as Mira's body crumpled to the floor. Just then, alarm bells sounded, and she looked behind her to see a swarm of people headed her way.

"Guards!" Hiro shouted.

"Where?" she asked.

"On their way here!"

The commotion woke up Peter, who looked and saw Mohinder. "Mohinder," he whispered.

Mohinder broke ranks and joined Ananda in the room. He looked at the various torture implements connected to Peter's body and moved to disconnect them.

"You..." the geneticist stuttered. "You're alive."

"Indeed, and I'm sorry. I promise...to believe in you," Peter replied.

With that, Mohinder began to remove the various probes and stingers. Ananda stood and watched them when she felt a tug on her shoulder. Looking behind her, she saw Hiro at her side righting right by the broken window.

"We must get out of here!" he shouted. "Come with me!"

Ananda followed Hiro out of the room and joined Yolanda just outside. Hiro grabbed both women by the shoulders and teleported them out of the building. When they left, Shawn jumped into the room and helped Mohinder in getting Peter off of the slab. As soon as Peter was standing, he cupped Mohinder's face with one hand and held his shoulders with the other arm. Looking into the Indian's eyes, the empath kissed Mohinder square on the lips before pulling him out of the room. The two men joined Molly, and Peter glanced over at Shawn.

"Come on!" he shouted. "I can do it! I've got his power!"

Shawn turned and looked at the empath. "I know you can. I just need to take care of some unfinished business here. Now go!"

Peter shook his head but grasped Mohinder and Molly's shoulders. Molly held onto each man's leg as they zipped off to safety. Shawn watched them and blinked, remembering what she intended to do. She ran through the rooms and made her way to the office she knew Thompson and Mira both used. She made her way to the desk and grabbed a USB drive out of the CPU. Stuffing that into her pocket, she ran over to a filing cabinet and yanked one of the drawers open, breaking the primative locking system in the process. Thumbing through the contents, she grabbed an armful of file folders before making her way back to the blown out window. When she arrived, she saw Hiro hop over the frame, guards hot on his tail. Without a word, he grabbed her shoulders and got them to the exterior of the plaza.

"Any guards?" Shawn asked, casting her eyes around the courtyard.

"I don't know," Hiro replied.

Just then, a blue Nissan pulled up near where they were standing. A man donning glasses poked his head out the window.

"Over here!" he shouted.

Shawn and Hiro looked over to see Bennet looking at them. They still heard the alarm sirens, and Shawn sensed the guards being diverted to the exterior.

"Bennet?" she squeaked.

The man in the car nodded. "Come on! They're going to find you out here!"

At that, Shawn grabbed Hiro by the wrist and dragged him to the car. The two piled into the car, and Bennet sped away from the plaza.

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"The hotel's on Long Island," Shawn replied. "How'd you find us?"

Bennet shrugged. "Hunch. I heard around that you drove up here, and with Peter being in town, I figured I'd come over. The flight from LA was a bitch, though."

"I can imagine."

After a while, everyone congregated at Shawn and Mohinder's hotel. Yolanda and Bennet both checked in, and numerous room changes were made. Peter and Mohinder were in Shawn's original room, talking about what had happened since they last saw each other. Yolanda got Molly ready for bed in her room while Ananda sat at the table staring off into space. Bennet read over the data Shawn confiscated from the office in his room. Shawn and Hiro, meanwhile, took a midnight stroll along the surrounding streets.

"So, Hiro," Shawn asked, "when did you discover your ability?"

"Hmmm..." Hiro hummed. "Five, six months ago. I still can't control it well. How about you? When did you find your power?"

Shawn blushed. "I hate to say this, but it was about fourteen years ago."

"Wow! You were very young, yes?"

"Twelve, but that's young. Talk about too much information for an adolescent."

"Why do you say that?"

"It took me many years to control my ability. I soon knew everyone's secrets."

"Oh. That was hard, I guess."

"Indeed. Hey, Hiro. I have a question about your...power. Have you ever tried to manipulate time besides stopping it or jumping around?"

Hiro stopped walking and thought it over. "No. I can't say I have."

"Ah, I was just curious to see if you could extend time."

"Extend...time?"

"Yeah, like to make this night last a very long time."

"That sounds interesting."

With that, Hiro closed his eyes. After a couple moments, he opened his eyes. A breeze picked up a bag and twirled it around while a car drove by, but the clock on the bank nearby remained at 12:00 AM. Hiro looked at Shawn and smiled.

"Yatta!" he shouted.

Shawn cocked her head at his celebration.

"Yatta?" she asked with a smile smile.

Hiro looked at her with a hurt expression for a split second before he realized that what he said didn't translate. "I did it."

"You did? Really?"

Hiro nodded.

"That's awesome!" Shawn cried out in jubilation before pulling Hiro into a hug.

The two jumped around in celebration on the sidewalk, oblivious to the cars and odd looks from passers-by.

After their impromptu sidewalk celebration, the two spent the night exchanging stories, raiding a convenience store for snacks and even making their way out to a beach. Even though they had consumed three sodas each, exhaustion crept on them, and they decided to head back to the hotel. Upon arrival, they found Yolanda sitting outside Peter and Mohinder's door.

"What's up, Yolanda?" Shawn asked.

Yolanda gestured at the door. "Free porn."

Shawn shot her friend a devilish smile. "You are such a perv! Wait a minute. You mean they...?"

"Oh yeah, and for quite a while, too. Right now they're just cuddling. But man, you should have seen the rim job-"

"That's enough! " Shawn shouted. "My ears!"

"Rim...job?" Hiro muttered.

Yolanda smirked. "So how was your night? I have no idea what time it is because my watch stopped at midnight."

Hiro and Shawn looked at each other and burst into giggles.

"I extended time!" Hiro shrieked.

"Come again?" Yolanda asked.

Shawn rolled her eyes at her friend's poor choice of words. "Remember that scene in The Odyssey when Athena extended the nighttime hours? Hiro did it."

"No way! You mean he can manipulate time?"

"And space," Hiro added.

"Cool," Yolanda hummed. "Shawn, you might want to consider another room for tonight. Molly and Ananda are asleep, but Bennet might still be awake. Maybe you should let the night continue so we can all get some sleep."

"Oh, alright," Shawn said. "Whaddaya say, Hiro? Bennet's room?"

"I guess," he replied.

Before they left, Hiro closed his eyes again and unfroze the longest minute in known history. Yolanda glanced at her watch, which now read 12:01.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "Now go get some sleep. It's been a long night."

"Amen to that," Shawn mumbled as she and Hiro walked to Bennet's room.

Yolanda watched as they left before looking though the door in front of her. She watched as Peter cuddled closer to Mohinder, who even in his sleepy state felt his new lover's every move. A part of her wondered how they could make this work, but she decided not to give it too much thought. They had all decided to go out for breakfast tomorrow so they could determine where to go from here. New careers and filing criminal charges waited in the wings, but that would have to wait. Stifling a yawn, Yolanda decided to join the rest of her companions in seeking slumber.