Second Entry
Part 1
Molly and I went to visit Officer Parkman in the hospital today. He's doing much better, and his wife's pregnancy is beginning to show, though I will not be the one to inform her of that.
With the research I've been doing, I've discovered that the trait is genetic and since Mr. Parkman has an ability there is a possibility that his child will be born with some sort of special talent. I haven't mentioned this to him or his wife yet, I'm afraid now is not the time, and it would be better for them if they figured it out on their own when the time comes.
There was a foul smell in my apartment today, and I couldn't figure out what it was. This place is getting more disgusting as the days go by, no matter how much cleaning we do. I was thinking of moving out, to somewhere with a better education district so Molly's mind won't go to waste, but my father lived here, and I feel connected to this place.
I keep prying Molly to tell me more about the man who is worse than the boogeyman but she's quite determined to not mention anything about it. Perhaps Mr. Parkman might be able to help me out once he's out of the hospital.
Molly is a very complex child, and she's smarter than she lets on. Sometimes it's worrying. I feel left out a lot of the time because I don't have any sort of special abilities myself, and it makes me feel like a bad parent at times, though I know it can't be helped.
I've been thinking. Perhaps I should get a pet for Molly. Maybe a dog or a cat. Something simple. I'm not sure yet. I'll have to ask her about it first.
Oh! And there's good news! Molly's located Peter. I haven't seen him yet, but she says he's with Claire and her father.
I don't know how he'll be now. He seemed to have such a deep connection with his brother. I hope he's alright.
Tonight I'm taking Molly to see Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At Worlds End. Word on the web says it's good but the plot line is hard to follow. We'll see about that.
Part Two
We're home now, but something's wrong with the apartment. Well not the whole apartment, just…. I don't know. I looked on the counter and there was a puddle of something, I didn't know what it was. At first it looked like mercury, the only metal element that is liquid in its natural form. When I got a closer look I realized it wasn't mercury at all. It was a melted bolt.
The first thing that came to my mind was Zane Taylor. But Zane is dead. The next thought I had was a frightening one. Was there any way Sylar could have gotten into my apartment? I locked the door, and it was locked when I got home. There's got to be another explanation for this. I'll figure it out before I tell anyone. It's just going to sound ridiculous if I alert everyone without having proof of my suspicions.
Needless to say, I won't be sleeping easily tonight. I'm going to search the house from top to bottom before going to bed.
There's a fine line between fear and excitement and I think I'm straddling it. What's wrong with me?
The movie was great by the way. I think Molly really fancies Orlando Bloom.