Peter and Laney laid in bed when all of a sudden Peter bounded up from his sleep and began to groan in pain. "Peter? What's wrong?" Laney said sitting up beside him.

"Oh, shit." He said looking down at his arm as Laney did the same running her fingers over the tattoo that had been formed into to skin once again, "the compass? We gotta figure out what the hell this thing is, and why it keeps coming up."

"Yeah, yeah I know." Peter said getting up and rubbing the back of his head pacing the floor.

Laney scoffed and got up as well, going into the bathroom to begin getting ready for the day ahead.

They set out together Peter calling Noah along the way, "Hey Noah, it's Peter. Look, that, uh— that tattoo on my arm, it showed up again. Give me a call, all right? Bye."

"You think he'll be able to help this time?" Laney asked as Peter seemed to be zoning out, "Peter?"

"What? Yeah, yeah. He should be able to." He continued to seemed zoned out of the conversation as he looked across the street.

"Peter, what's wrong?" Laney said as she watched him begin to cross the street and followed after him, "Peter."

"I don't know, Lane. Just, just hold on?"

"Hold on! What!" She said as she followed him to an apartment building and up to an apartment, "Peter, now isn't the time to be visiting anyone."

He ignored her as he rang the buzzer, "Emma?"

"It worked." The girl said from the other side of the door.

"I'm sorry, what worked?"

"I brought you here with music. I just had to think of you and it worked. I'm sorry. Please, come in." Laney and Peter gave Emma a wondering look as they entered her apartment and listened to her continue, "I met an unusual man, and he showed me a new side to my ability, using this."

Emma pointed to the cello that stood in her living room. Shock filled both Laney and Peter as they looked at it closely seeing the same compass on Peter's arm imprinted on the cello.

"Where did you get this cello?"

"That same man. He's the one who sent it to me."

"Who? What's his name?"

"Samuel, why?"

Peter took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeve revealing the tattoo, "I woke up this morning with this."

They all headed back to Peter's apartment as they began looking through the newspaper clippings he had collected, pulling the one from the bus wreck out and giving it to Emma, Peter asked. "Is this guy who gave you the cello? Who said his name was Samuel?"

"Yes. You know him?"

"He told me his name was William Hooper. What did he want from you?"

"He didn't want anything. Just to find a homeless man."

"That's it?"

"Yes. He gave me something." Emma said as she began to look through her bag and pulled out a brass compass, "This."

"Emma, the last time I saw a compass like this, my friend got stabbed."

"You think Samuel—."

"If there's any connection to that, I'd keep my distant from him."

"Peter, he's a good man."

"Emma, my friend almost died because of a compass just like that, and it wasn't the first person that got attacked."

A knock came from the door as Peter pushed Emma behind him and Laney stood beside her. Angela entered and closed the door, "Delmonico's for lunch or maybe it'll be too crowded." She said as she came further into the apartment. "How about Moxie?"

"Hi mom, um Emma. This is my mother, Angela."

"Nice to meet you." Emma said stepping forward to shake Angela's hand.

"Mom, this is Emma."

"Peter, how do you know this woman?" Angela said not wanting to shake Emma's hand.

"Emma is my friend."

"I need to get to work," Emma said breaking the silence that had rose in the apartment, "Bye, Peter." Emma said taking her leave and being followed by Peter leaving Angela there staring at Laney, who was shaking her head at her.

"What the hell was that?" Peter said walking back in to look at his mother. Angela sat down and began to tell Peter what was going on, "You had a dream?"

"There's nothing you can do to save her. You need to save yourself. I'm sorry." Angela said as she stood up and tried to walk past Peter, but was stopped but his words.

"Mom, half this family is dead. Their bodies are surrounded with lies. It's down to you and me. Are we ever gonna get this right? Please, just tell me the truth. For once in your life mom, please."

"The dream was foggy, the message was not." Angela began as she turned to face Peter, "She's gonna help kill people."

"That's wrong, mom. That's not possible, okay? She's a good person."

"Peter, she's gonna kill thousands of people. It will be a bloodbath. A cello, something to do with a cello."

"Tell me exactly what you saw."

"I told you, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that you cannot save her."

"But someone else can. Is that it?"

Angela began to walk away without answering but Peter stopped her grabbing her arm and collecting her power.

"I'm sorry. I need to know."

"People think that dreaming the future is a gift. They're wrong." Angela said full of sorrow as she left.

Laney pushed herself from the wall she had been leaning on to stand next to Peter. "So what are we going to do now?"

"I don't know, but I know I have to stop that from coming true."

"It's hard to believe Emma is going to be a part of something like that. She is a good person."

"I think it's got a lot to do with Samuel."

"Yeah, me too, and the compass." Laney said grabbing Peter's arm.

"Looks like your on night patrol tonight." Peter said as walked into the bedroom getting ready for bed.

"Okay, sounds like fun." Laney said rolling her eyes and finishing brushing her hair before jumping into the middle of the bed.

"I gotta find out what, mom saw." Peter said as he crawled in bed beside her.

"Alright and I'll be right here for you to tell me all about it." She said laying down snuggling into him as he fell asleep. Laney sat up and watched as Peter tossed and turned in the bed until he woke up. She bent over his frightened frame and ran her fingers through his hair, "what happened? What did you see?"

Peter rubbed his eyes and threw his hands down beside him, "Sylar."

"Sylar?"

"Sylar is the one that saves Emma." Peter said getting out of bed and getting dressed.

"Sylar saves, wait what?" Laney said as she stood up watching him get dressed, "where are you going?"

"To Emma's."

She got up and got dressed and headed with him to Emma's apartment.

"Hi." He said as he somewhat barged in after Emma unlocked the door and Laney carefully walked in after him with a confused look on her face, until she saw Peter's destination.

He picked the cello up and slammed it into the ground causing both the girls to scream.

'What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry."

"What is wrong with you?" Emma said as she looked down at the shards of her cello laying in the floor.

"Let me explain. I have these dreams that come true, and I had one about you and that cello."

"You broke my cello because you had a dream?"

"No, because a lot of people are gonna die, Emma. Your friend, Samuel. Uh, that compass that you have, my tattoo. They're all connected to this cello."

"I loved that cello!"

"And we have to make sure to stop that dream from happening. That's why I broke the cello, okay? Something bad is going to happen."

"I want you out. Now!"

Peter got up and walked towards the door stopping beside Laney, "I'm sorry. I…"

"Good-bye, Peter." Emma said as sadness filled her voice.

Peter walked out rubbing against Laney's arm, who walked closer and placed her hand on Emma's shoulder making Emma face her, "I'm so sorry, Emma. He is only looking out for you."

"Please leave, Laney." Emma said as tears welled up in her eyes and Laney walked out to meet Peter. They headed back in the direction of Peter's apartment walking faster than before.

"You really think that was the best way to handle that?"

"It was at the time."

"Peter, don't you think you should have just talked to her?"

"It wouldn't have worked."

"Why do you think that?"

Peter stopped and barricade Laney against the wall, "Because this Samuel, William, or whatever his name is has her brainwashed or, or something."

"I told you that guy gave me the creeps." Laney said ducking under his arm and continuing to walk in the direction of the apartment.

"I know, Laney. I know, but now it's all starting to come together."

"Now that its laid down on the table in front of you?"

"Laney."

"Peter, What would you have done if I was Emma? You certainly wouldn't have smashed my cello."

Peter stopped and sighed as he placed his hands on his hips, "you're right."

"Yep." She said continuing to walk in front of him.

Peter quickly caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, "so what are we supposed to do."

"You said Sylar saves her didn't you?"

"No, Laney. I'm not gonna let that happen."

"Peter, maybe it's suppose to happen, maybe there is a reason behind it."

"Maybe, but it is Sylar we're talking about. He isn't all rainbows and sunshine."

"True, but maybe he deserves a chance."