Haneda Airport, Tokyo
"Hiro, I don't see why he have to fly all the way to America when you could simply..." Ando begun before his friend cut him off.
"Ando!" Hiro barked silencing his friend. The two found themselves cramped inside the body of a jumbo jet preparing for take off to New York. "A hero never uses his power for personal gain. And you can't go around appearing and disappearing suddenly. People would notice. No, we will travel to New York in a normal way and find Peter Petrelli. He will know what should be done."
Hiro then continued making plane actions with his arms and voice as the jet moved onto the runway. Ando rolled his eyes and put his face-mask on, trying to get some sleep.
Costa Verde, California
Claire had gone upstairs to her room. Never before had she felt so vulnerable. She was able to heal from any wounds but was not able to fill the void left in her heart by her father's disappearance. She had hung the dream catcher in the window but the Haitian had not come to her neither. Completely alone, she began to pack up her things. A knock at the door made her pause for a moment.
"Who is it?" She enquired
"It's me, West" The voice from the other side of the door replied
The door opened but Claire never stopped from packing her clothes into a small bag. West moved over to the bed and noticed a picture of the Bennet family on the bed, covered in a clear liquid he knew to be tears.
"I know what your going through you know. My dad left me too. When I was just a kid. I came home from school one day and he had just took off, never even left me a note or anything." He gazed at the floor as he spoke but his attention returned to Claire when she stopped what she was doing.
"You think you know what I'm going through? I saw my father get shot, killed even, and then received his ashes. Only then to find out he was alive and well but would be leaving us forever. You have no idea how I feel." Claire sobbed.
Realising his mistake in trying to identify with his girlfriend's problem he did the best thing he could and went over and hugged her. Although he didn't know how losing your father and having him return felt, he did know how alone someone could be in this world.
The Petrelli Mansion, New York
"Sebastian here is a good friend of mine" Angela Petrelli told her son.
"Yeah I can see that much mother. But you wanna try explaining why he's holding a gun to my head?" With this comment Peter felt the barrel edge further into the base of his skull.
"There are many things you don't know about Peter. Things you simply wouldn't understand. But first of all I think we have a little catching up to do. I'm surprised you remember who I am, the Haitian must be losing his touch."
"No, I remember you. Whatever you did to my memories seems to be wearing off and they are coming back to me. How d'ya think I knew I could fly" Peter stated in a cool tone
"Well then you won't need me to remind of what a threat you are. Months ago you almost destroyed this very city because you let your emotions get the better of you"
"I seem to remember that you were the one behind it. The one wanting Nathan to let me explode. I suppose your behind his shooting too." Peter exclaimed
"I did what was right for this organisation. If people found out about us, our plans would have to be altered. And that could be time consuming. And I'm afraid time is of the essence for this particular plan I have in mind." Angela told the now bemused Peter.