Peter jumped up from sleeping once more, breathing heavily at the sights he saw once again. "What was it this time?" Laney asked sitting up and rubbing the back of her nappy head, as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"There was a guy, he was controlling her making her play, and then Sylar."

"That's twice now, Sylar has been there."

Peter reached for his cell phone and got out of bed. "Hey, it's Peter Petrelli. Is Emma Coolidge there? Look it's— it's important. Just uh, yeah I already went by her place she's not there. Look, if you see her call me, okay? Yeah, thanks."

Peter sat back down on the bed, hanging up the phone and having it ring a few seconds later.

"Ma?" He said as he answered

Laney stuck her head out of the bathroom as she listened to the conversation while she brushed her teeth.

"Yeah, no it's fine. I'm fine. What? Ok, I'll be there in a minute. Alright, love you too. Bye."

Peter hung up the phone and rested his head in his hands trying to calm down as Laney walked in wearing a flannel shirt that hung open to show the gauze tunic with lace applique around the neck and bottom, her blue jeans fit just right and for once she was wearing a normal pair of black Chucks. She kneeled on the bed next to Peter and rubbed his back as he wrapped an arm around her legs.

"What's wrong?"

"Mom, needs some help."

"Ahh, ok. Well get dressed and let's go." She said smiling down at him causing him to smile, "plus I know you're wanting to see about the dreams as well."

Peter smirked and stood up to get dressed, before they headed to Angela's apartment.

Angela let Peter in and they greeted each other with a hug.

"Hey, mom. What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's Nathan, the stone cutters called. They needed a final wording for his headstone, and I didn't know what to say. I guess it's the finality of it. I mean, they're just word, but when you write them down. When you etch them in stone…"

"I know, mom."

"Maybe it was selfish of me, Peter, but I just needed to see you. I needed to be sure you were ok."

"Because of your vision. I had the dream too, mom. I saw all the people, and Sylar. I think he was trying to help Emma. You saw that too?"

"Whatever this mission is, Peter. Remember this, one isolated act does not make Sylar you friend's savior." Angela walked away from Peter to set up a picture of Nathan and was joined by Peter.

"I need you to help me find him, mom. I know you know where he is."

"Sylar's never been far from my thoughts, but I'm begging you don't go. He murdered Nathan, and the last time you faced him he almost killed you."

"Mom, Emma's in trouble. People's lives are at stake. Nathan would never turn his back on them, and you know that I can't either."

"You're not gonna lose him, Angela. I won't let that happen." Laney said leaning on the door jam.

"What are you going to do to stop it, you can't save him."

"I know I can't save him, but I can help him and make sure he doesn't get hurt. I love Peter and you know that. That's why you've been scared of me for so long, but I promise you he will be safe if I have anything to do with it." Laney's eyes shot a glance at Peter and then went back to Angela who had turned around to face her.

Angela walked over to Laney causing her to stand straight up and she placed a hand on Laney's shoulder, "you have always been there for him, and Nathan too. They always watched over you protected you and you took up so much of the blame for their actions when it came to being around you. You really are a gift, Laney. You truly are, and I haven't showed very much kindness to you. I was scared, I was scared of losing my boys to someone else."

"Yeah it's true you weren't the nicest, but neither was I." Laney placed a hand on Angela's shoulder, "I promise you're not gonna lose him, Angela. I won't let anything happen to him as long as I'm around. I'm back and I'm back for good, I'm not going anywhere."

Angela nodded and patted Laney's cheek, "thank you, Laney."

Laney nodded as Angela walked away and Peter walked over to her wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead, "nice going remind me to bring you around to convince my mother more often."

Laney smiled at his revelation and watched as Angela returned the smile and then felt Peter's smile against her forehead.

Peter and Laney arrived in L.A. and headed off to visit an old friend of his. Peter banged on the door of the house as they waited for an answer, "Matt?"

"Peter, are you sure this is the place?"

"Yeah, this is where mom said to come. Matt!" He said knocking again.

"Maybe he's not home."

"He's gotta be all the lights are on."

"Peter, I don't know —."

"Weren't you the one telling me maybe Sylar IS suppose to save Emma?"

"Yeah, but…" Laney looked at him with a concerned look in her eyes.

"You said it yourself that nothing's gonna happen to me."

"I know, but I'm not just worried about you."

Peter pulled her into him, "Laney, I'm not gonna let anything happen to either of us, okay?"

She nodded against his chest and he released her grabbing her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes. "Just calm down and play it cool, and don't think about anything. Matt can read minds."

She nodded and turned her attention back to the door as they waited for Matt to answer.

"Matt? Matt!" Peter said banging on the door again.

Finally Matt Parkman came to the door and answered it, "Hey man, sorry I was, uh, I was working downstairs."

"That's okay, man. Been a long time." Peter said reaching out his hand to shake Matt's.

"Yeah, how are ya? What?"

"Sylar is here."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about what you're thinking." Peter said as he and Laney began to head for the basement.

"You're gonna take him. You can't just take him!" Matt said stunned for a moment before following them.

"Look, people die Matt, Sylar has to save them."

"Peter, he's a murderer! Hey! Come on, stop. Listen. He's trapped, Peter."

"What the hell did you do?"

"I went inside his head and I trapped him in his worst nightmare. He'll never hurt anyone again."

"I have to bring him back."

"No, No you can't do that. You go into his head, you might not come out. Peter, Peter, don't. Peter! No! Peter!"

Laney stood back watching until Peter fell to the floor.

"Peter!"

"Oh, god. Oh, god." Matt said as he began to pace the floor.

"Bring him back!" Laney said looking up at him begging, "bring him back, please!"

"I-I-I can't. It doesn't work like that." Matt said kicking a bucket across the floor as Laney burst into tears pulling Peter into her lap an sobbing over him. Matt stopped and tried to pick her up but she fought against him refusing to be moved from that spot as she sobbed over Peter's body. Matt panicked as he looked around and then up the stairs as if someone stood at the top of them, before he began to complete the wall working around Laney and Peter, being sure that Sylar would never get out.