Mohinder pulls the chair in the restaurant out for Alice to sit. She thanks him and he takes his own seat. Mohinder orders the drinks, now all he needed was a way to slip the potion into her cup.
So they talked. And talked. And talked. Though he was grateful Alice was not quite as foul as her aunt, she was a bit daft and clueless, not particularly Mohinder's type.
But then-after an hour of talking about Alice's dripping faucet-she excused herself to the lady's room. "Finally!" Mohinder thought to himself. He waited a few seconds after she'd left then pulled the vile out of his pocket, looked around to make sure no one was closely watching, and pourred the solution into her drink. Her return felt terrible, as though it took ages. But of course, she did come back to the table. She sat down and smiled at Mohinder. But he could see right through her. Her eyes told him that as soon as they finished their desserts, she would leave. She took a sip of her drink. At last! She turned her head to the side so he could not see her make a face of disgust. The waiter brings out their desserts.
"Yum." Alice says smiling at Mohinder. He smiles back. Her mood had changed dramatically, the look she gave him to him that. The potion was effective! She still stares at Mohinder, that odd look in her eyes, as they eat their desserts. "Could I just steal a bite of yours?" she asks and leans over the table to take a large forkful of whipped cream from Mohinder's pie.
"Um...sure" he says. This is weird, Mohinder thought, this is love? Why had he not done more research? He had known from past experiments, though they were never of this nature, did not usually end nicely. He decided it best to leave the restaurant, just in case. "How about we get this wrapped up and you can finish it later?" He asks her.
"You mean at your place?" She asks excitedly in response. "Waiter!" She calls before Mohinder can say anything, and the man comes over. "If you could wrap this up for us?"
"Of course" he says. "Here is your check" he takes a small black case out of his pocket nad places it on the table.
"I'll pay" Mohinder says taking out his wallet.
"You're such a gentleman." Alice says and winks at him. Mohinder pays with exact change, putting the money into the bill case and leaving a tip on the table. Alice stands up and puts her coat on. "Let's get going then" she says and starts walking. Mohinder gets up and calls after her:
"What about the dessert?" She turns around, smiles mischeviously, shouts something dirty at him and continues walking. Mohinder's face turns scarlet and he begins to feel scared for himself. He walks quickly up to her, and she wraps herself around Mohinder's arm.
"I'm cold" she says, but he could feel the heat of her body. Were it not under such a strange happening, he might have been warmed by it. But it was not real love. She dragged him down the same route they came until they reached Mohinder's building. He had no choice but to let her up, he was afraid if he left her on the street she'd burn the entire building down just to force him out. When they reached Mohinder's floor, a scrambling noise could be heard, Mohinder knew it was spying through the eyehole in her door as she so often did. Mohinder unlocks his own door and he and Alice walk in. She flings herself onto the little couch and pats a small space next to her.
"Come on, there's plenty of room" she says smiling.
"Thanks," he says. "But I think I'll take the chair." He slumps onto the cushion-y arm chair.
"Alright" Alice says and stands up and walks over to the chair. Mohinder jumps up to avoid her just as she sits. He knew he had to bring her out from the potion's spell. But how?
I...I have to go to the bathroom." He excuses himself, goes into the small room and locks the door.
"I'll be here." She calls. Mohinder begins to feel nauseus. He looks to his right, and there, resting in his bath tub, is Sylar.
"You!" Mohinder shouts. He could not believe all this was happening. He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a pair of scissors for protection. "What do you want?" he says courageously. His blood was boiling, he almost missed his solitude.
"Wait, Mohinder..." Sylar stutters. The man was obviously weak. Mohinder put the scissors down, perhaps it was his doctoral instinct to cure all those in need, but Mohinder didn't think so.
"I need your help," Sylar whispered. He began to sit up, his bones creaked, and he moaned in pain. "What happened at Kirby Plaza...it took its toll on my body..." he began. "I'm dying, Mohinder, you have to help me!" There was terror in Sylar's eyes. Mohinder considered helping him for a moment, but decided against it. He knew how dangerous Sylar was. The world would be better off without him.
"I'm sorry." he answers. Sylar's face twists into a contorted mixture between helplessness and anger, but mostly anger. Mohinder grows scared by this look, but it is not much at all compared to the terror that stops his heart when there's a knock at the door.
"Milton?" Alice calls. "What's taking so long?" Sylar looks to Mohinder.
"I'm sorry too," he says with a sly smile. "I didn't know you brought a lady home tonight. I didn't mean to interrupt." he said. Mohinder looked between Sylar and door. How could this be happening, he thought.
"If you must know she followed me!" Mohinder said. Sylar laughed, then groaned again. His smile did return, however.
"Just can't keep them off you, huh?" he joked. "Allow me," he said and motioned for Mohinder to move aside.
"No, Sylar, no!" he said. Sylar sighed, then nonchallantly flicked his fingers and Mohinder was pushed as if by an extraordinarily rugged wind. Another movement by Sylar and the door opened. Alice was standing there, she had unbuttoned a few of the buttons on her shirt. She was surprised by what she saw, but had no chance to react as Sylar used his power to lift her into the air and bring her closer, into the bathroom.
"Stop!" Mohinder shouted, he got up, but Sylar forced him back down. He hit his head hard on the hard tile, and the last thing he heard was Alice screaming as Sylar sawed through her skull.
Peter had just arrived home after another hardly successful seance with Victor. He would be tapping into his trust found soon since his savings were nearly extinct from all the sessions. He knew without money, Victor would not even speak with him. He also know that with Claire around, Rosemary would never help him. But he needed Rosemary. He needed her power. He couldn't use it himself once Nathan came. He wouldn't be able to control it, just like how he couldn't keep the cut from healing after Nathan arrived.
He didn't care if Claire was his niece, his own flesh and blood. He would do anything to get rid of her. He layed down on his bed and fell asleep. He awoke a few hours later, it was still the middle of the night. He looked around the room and there, sitting in a chair at the foot of his bed was Sylar.
"Sylar!" he shouted in surprise and jumped out of bed. Copying one of Sylar's powers, he pinned Sylar to the chair, making sure he could not move. Sylar shrieked in pain.
"Stop it" Sylar cried. "I'm weak! I won't hurt you, I swear!" the pain seared through his blood shot eyes.
"Shut up!" Peter shouted. "I should kill you!"
"No!" Sylar pleaded "No, please, don't!" He stared at Peter. Peter did not know that after Parkman had been been killed he'd stolen his power, dragging his bloody stabbed body across the plaza to Parkman's, just to get that power, despite the uncertaintly he, himself would even survive. He looked into Peter's mind, into his soul. "I've come to help you." Sylar smiled.
"What?" Peter asked puzzled. He loosened his invisible hold on Sylar who exhaled in relief.
"You want Claire gone," he said. "I want her power."
"How did you-" Peter began.
"It doesn't matter how I know. I can help you dispose of her." Peter pondered, seriously considered Sylar's offer. But he knew it was impossible.
"How would we get past Rosemary?"
"You'll take care of that." Sylar smiled.
Hiro walked with Amelia down a grassy path. They'd taken a boat to the Netherlands and were making their way through Germany. Hiro knew he should tell her about his power, he could probably transport them right to her home, but was afraid he would accidentally bring them somewhere much further. Aside from that, Amelias was very distant from him. She barely talked at all. She also seemed to have grown several inches in the several days they'd been traveling.
They walked a few more hours, then decided to stop as night was beginning to fall. They were eating some of the food they'd brought when Amelia stopped, saying she'd lost her appetite, which was odd considering she'd barely eaten a thing and normally she are two or three times as much as he did.
"Hiro," she said in that strange deep voice. "I have something to tell you." Hiro was prepared for her to say something like she had tuberculosis and now he'd probably contracted it. "I am not at all what I seem. My name is not Amelia Rosewood, neither is it Amelia Bershadensky." Hiro was very surprised by this. It seemed that night when they left the company that that was her name. "It's Nikolai Bershadensky. And I am not British, my accent is fake," she says and her accent becomes a very heavy Russian one. "I am Russian. My first language is Russian. But that is not all," she paused. "This is rather difficult to say...perhaps I will just show you." She begins to glow with a dim light. Her face begins to contort, and she grows a few more inches. Her whole body shifts and when the light faded, Hiro could she had transfigured into what could've been her male twin.
"Great Scott," Hiro whispered. The young man was tall and looked just like Amelia, but with darker hair and eyes, and more masculine features. Hiro stared, shocked, unable to believe what he was seeing, but then realized she, or rather he, had a power too. But this was extremely strange, especially for Hiro, Amelia had always been so girly, and she'd kissed him twice! The fact that she was truly a man a bit distrubing.
"I know this is odd, to put it simply," Nikolai said. "This is how I was born. But, on the inside, I feel I am Amelia! I had an arrange marriage, a very lovely girl, but I was just not interested in her in that way. I was interested in...another man...her brother, in fact," he said. "Well, when my father found out about...how I am, he was very upset. He did not even look at me for weeks! During this time, I discovered my...ability, and left." Hiro did not know what to make of all this, but then it became clear. He had to tell Nikolai about his power, despite the shock he was in.
"You have a super power!" Hiro exclaimed. "I have a power, too!"
"You do, really?" Nikolai asked.
"Yes! I am the master of space and time!" Hiro informed him. There was a rustling in the bushes nearby. Hiro and Nikolai quieted down and tried to see what it might have been,
"I think we should go," Nikolai whispered, but Hiro shook his head.
"A hero never runs scared! We must stay and fight!"
"Keep your voice down," Nikolai pleaded. "It could be Sylar!"
"Sylar?" Hiro said quietly. "But he should not even be born yet!"
"What are you saying, Hiro? Sylar has been alive for more than 1500 years!"
"...What?" Hiro stuttered.
"I will explain later, now please! Let's get out of here!"
"Okay," Hiro said. He put his hand on Nikolai's arm and transported them away. When he opened his eyes, he looked around. They were in Red Square.
"My God!" Bikolai said. "We're in Moscow!" He put his hand on a nearby wall, which was decaying a bit and had vines growing up it. "This is real! Hiro! That was remarkable!" A look of realization came over his face. "So that's how you got from Japan to Britain!"
"Yes," he said. "But there is more. I am not from this time. I am from the future! During my time, Sylar I killed Sylar in New York City!"
"You are The Hero that killed Sylar?"
"Yes," Hiro said proudly. Nikolai sat thinking for a moment.
"But Hiro...that doesn't sound like the future, it sounds like the past!" He said. Hiro could feel himself grow pale.
"But you said the year was 1504..." Hiro muttered.
"Yes, 1504 apres la mort, after Sylar became immortal and took the world into his hands. After the world passed into a Dark Age and began again." He explained
And Hiro thought he'd heard it all.