Since that day Gabriel Gray's life had been four, off-white walls. Walls that surrounded and confined him and comforted him in a way with their simplicity. The fact that he could close his eyes and when he opened them they'd still be there, made him feel more reassured than the occasional buzzing feeling in his head when he tried to recall how he'd gotten into that room in the first place. Or for that matter when he tried to remember a lot of things that a person should know about themselves.

But from the moment he woke up on, he at least had a name. He was left mostly to himself the first couple of days, his food slid in through a spot in the imposing metal door. But on the third day, that door creaked and swung inward to reveal a man. He was smartly dressed in a tan jacket and slacks, though his shirt perhaps was a bit too loud for the situation, a brightly colored Western style number. Gabriel's soft brown eyes flit over to take in the man, he wondered vaguely why the sight of the stranger caused his heart to pound in his ears. No, it really was pounding in his ears, waves of sound that threatened to tear him apart from the inside out. Gabriel groaned and whimpered, bending over as he held his hands to his ears. Pale palms pressed until the skin went past red and back to white from the tightness of the hold.

"UGH! Oh God make it stop!"

Suresh calmly stepped toward the man as he lay a hand on his arm. His eyes met the pained man's own as he spoke.

"It's okay, it'll pass Gabriel. It's just something you'll have to learn to channel again."

From the moment Mohinder's smooth, lilting accent filled the air, the pain started to subside in Gabriel's head. Soon, the tension had all but melted as he looked up at this man who knew his name as he went on.

"You give us a bit of a scare there, agent Gray...we weren't sure if you'd ever wake up after the injuries you incurred on your last assignment. That tingling sensation in your head is completely normal as you have some extremely minor brain damage. Some of your memories may be a bit...blurry but it'll come back eventually."

A hopeful smile on Mohinder's lips though in his thoughts he kept on one notion. If Gabriel really did 'get them all back,' then so many people would suffer for all the trespasses made against his person, against his identity. Mohinder opened up the file he brought into the room with him and glanced over it.

Gabriel sat up on the cot, he ached to know why this man seemed so familiar with him. Did he know him...does he know him? It was then he glanced over on the floor next to the bed's leg and picked up his dark framed glasses. After he wiped them off on the drab colored shirt that hung off his narrow chest, he slipped them on.

"A...Agent Gray? My last assignment? I'm sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about. Further more, I have no idea who you are, do I know you?"

Playing this correctly was very important for Suresh. He could not let fear or passion show in his dark eyes as he spoke, he had to remain impassive as workmates would when speaking of each other.

"Agent Gray, my name is Mohinder Suresh. We both work for the Company, an organization dedicated to...finding and assisting people who are different, special. People who have gone on to the next stage of evolution itself. Who have unlocked their own potential and can achieve such incredible acts. Telepathy, tissue regeneration, flight, and there are more."

Mohinder paused for a moment and pursed his lips. How would Sy-...Gabriel. His name is Gabriel. How would Gabriel react when he saw that...not only do these people exist but he is very much one of them. Perhaps even, though it would never be something Mohinder would admit, the most evolved of them all.

Gabriel stared at the man speaking to him with stories of flight and...what did he call it, ah yes regeneration. He looked around some, was he actually in a mental asylum. One with low security if the inmates could go from room to room and congregate. The man had a low tolerance for people to toy with him but, for some reason Gabriel felt like he should humor the earnest man before him.

"Okay, so...what you're telling me is that there are people out there who can, among other things, fly?"

Gabriel quirked his right brow into a perfect curved arch above his quizzical eye. He realized then that there was a dull throbbing in his head that wouldn't stop. There is hardly a worse thing to wake up with a headache as one of the first sensations of the day.

Suresh nodded slowly as he moved and sat down on the bed next to Gabriel. He glanced over at a chair across from them at a small desk in the cell. With a tremor in his heart, Mohinder turned to Gabriel their brown eyes nearly identical now that the traces of Sylar had been pulled from Gabriel's brain. But now it was easier for Mohinder to notice how they seemed so unblinking still.

Mohinder twisted his body around to face Gabriel all the way. With a slight catch in his throat he proceeded to lay out the groundwork of rebuilding the man formerly known as Sylar.

"Gabriel...you are one of those people. The Company located you and recruited you for the sake of the organization. For three years now, you've worked with the Company to find other people such as yourself. To help them understand what they're going through, see the limits and capabilities of their powers, and if necessary, eliminating the abilities in dangerous individuals."

It was hard to believe that Mohinder could sit next to a man who murdered countless innocent lives and talk to him about the need to eliminate dangerous specials. But this had to handled delicately, telling him the truth of his abilities and then allowing him to rediscover them for himself had to be carefully done. Gabriel hadn't been on the suppressants since he was visited by the Haitian. From what was seen when Mohinder entered into the room, he already had his enhanced hearing restored. This could only mean that his other abilities would be the same way. It was time to have him know what it was he could do.

Gabriel stared at the man still. What did he mean that he was one of them...he was insane. All of this was...it didn't make any sense to him.

"What are you trying to tell me Suresh? That I can fly? I think you're out of your mind."

"No Gabriel. Here..."

Mohinder turned his body and looked over at the white metal chair. Slatted back and a joke of a cushion for a seat. It stood away from the desk that was pushed up to the wall itself. A cautious hand placed itself on Gabriel's shoulder. It felt very cool to the touch despite the body heat that should have emanated into the thin fabric that gently rested underneath caramel fingers. With his other hand he motioned and pointed to that chair.

"I want you to do something for me Gabriel. Turn and look at that chair. Focus all of your thoughts on it, then...I, I want you to try and move it. Using only your deepest concentration on the object, I want you to try and move it with your mind. It may sound ridiculous but just ...try it."

A slight chuckle or really a scoff came out of Gabriel's thin pale lips. This was beyond absurd but, there was something about the way that this Mohinder person seemed to speak about it. An assured confidence that Gabriel would in fact do it, that he could somehow stare at something as innocuous and inanimate as a chair and push it without any tangible hold on it. That hand on his shoulder certainly did a very good job of calming his heart rate down again. Slowly, he exhaled and turned to look at the chair. Narrowing his eyes down, he stretched his long slightly bony fingers out. It seemed ridiculous that he would in fact do it, but he figured that having his hand out to steady it or guide his focus to a certain point would be the most ideal way of going about it.

Seconds began to drag away as he lost all concept of where he was,who was with him, and why he was trying to do this. All he could think about was willing the chair to move. It trembled at first which only made Gabriel's heart beat faster as he moved his hand to the side. Metal screeched against tile floor as it skittered slowly across the floor. Suddenly, without any warning to Mohinder, the chair flung itself across the room and into the wall closest to it. A resounding screech and then a deafening thud filled the room as Gabriel jumped and flinched.

From the impact made, the chair was curved in and had a massive dent to the back of it. A few of the slats had even busted free of the frame. A nervous gulp and the sound of a panting breaths could be heard as Gabriel looked at Mohinder, eyes wide. He placed his hand gently back down by his side.

"I-I...I just...heh, you were right. I didn't even touch it I just thought about it. It did it...it's astounding. I'm...I'm sorry about the chair, it just kind of got out of my control there for a moment."

Suresh stared at the chair or rather what was left of it against the wall. He closed his mouth again and looked at Gabriel, he was clearly back to his full capability now. His heart was full of a tremor-laced pressure that never ceased especially as he looked at the man. Suddenly, he caught in an instant the quick flicker of dark fire burn in those eyes. Glittering, fascinated orbs that met Mohinder's own with a shy smile and a glance away.

Mohinder stood back up again as he went to examine how badly the chair had been wrecked. As Gabriel watched with utter fixation on his...he called him his partner, he smiled a bit. Such power in his fingertips, who would have thought. He was interested to see just what else he could do, something more than just bending a chair. Something that amused him to do and he was intrigued by how much it seemed Mohinder wanted to accept without question, that it was in fact an accident on Gabriel's part.