Peter's Diary:

As I look out the plane window I think about Claire. What if the murderer had tried to get her after I left? What if she died? I'm anxious to get to Texas and explain things to her. I just hope that she'll remember me and want to talk to me. I can't write anymore, there's some turbulence...I'll write soon...

Claire's Diary:

I called the operator and asked for the number for Peter Petrelli. She said it was long distance from New York. When I called, his answering machine picked up and I left a message. I hope he gets it soon.

What I didn't realize is that Zach overheard my message. "Who's Peter Petrelli?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"No one," I replied, hanging up the phone and entering my living room.

"No one, eh?" he said.

"Okay look, he's just this guy I met at homecoming."

"What? When at homecoming?" he questioned, looking very puzzled.

"He..." I began, whispering. "He saved me from the guy who killed Jackie."

"Oh my God, Claire. How did he?"

"He began wrestleing the guy and they fell from the building. He didn't die. Just like I did." I answered.

"So does he have the powers too?"

"I guess so. I don't know..." Suddenly I got this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Zach?"

He turned his head. "Yeah?"

"I have this really bad feeling in the bottom of my stomach."

"What kind of feeling?"

"Something's wrong. Something's very very wrong. Come on' we have to go!"

"Where?"

"School."

"But it's a Saturday! Claire, what are you smoking?!"

"No time to explain we just have to go!" I grabbed his hand and ran out the door.

Sylar's Diary:

I stand in the same spot I killed the cheerleader. Maybe I can interpret where the right one is. There's caution tape everywhere, I'm surprised there isn't a security guard. Just wait, I hear something. Well would you look at that, the cheerleader's back, lucky me.

Peter's Diary:

After some mild turbulence, I finally arrived in Texas. I found the address of Claire Bennett. I knocked on the door and a man with bold glasses said,"May I help you?"

"I'm looking for Claire Bennett," I replied. "Is she here?"

"She went out. Who are you?"

"I'm Peter Petrelli."

"Oh, I see. Well I'd like to thank you for saving my daughter's life at homecoming."

"Uh...you're welcome. So, do you know where she is? It's urgent!" I asked impatiently.

"She might be at the park beside her school. But what is so urgent?"

"Uh..that's private. I'm sorry, I just don't want to put myself or Claire in danger so I can't say."

"I see we think alike. Well, I hope you find her. And if you do, tell her to be home by 6:00pm."

"Will do," I answered. I then drove down to the park, but didn't see her. I did however see someone who looked an awful lot like Claire across the street at the school. What was she doing there? There was only one way to find out...