Elvira Lavonne, Suresh's Apartment

Knock, knock, knock.

The door swiftly opened, revealing a dark skinned, curly haired, young man. He looked in maybe mid twenties, possibly his late. His dark brown eyes locked onto her teal. He starred at her for a moment. "Mr. Suresh?" Elvira finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Yes. Miss. Lavonne?" He asked, opening the door. Elvira gave him a sideways glance as she stepped in.

"It's Elvira." She told him. She turned and watched him as he closed the door.

"Well, then, it's Mohinder." He told her, turning around and facing her.

"What's with all the locks?" She asked him, raising her eyebrows. There were four locks on the door.

"There are people out there that want what my father has." Mohinder answered her. Elvira gave him a questioning look. "The list." Mohinder said.

"Oh. Right. The list that I am on. Gotcha." Elvira said, turning and looking around the apartment. "So, where is Dr. Suresh?"

"He died." Mohinder answered, looking down.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Elvira said, turning back to Mohinder and giving him a sympathetic look.

"Murdered, actually. A man named Sylar was involved." Mohinder walked past Elvira and to the computer. He sat down at the desk.

"Sylar is an odd name. Very pretty, I like it." Elvira said, as she looked around the room, subconsciously.

"He's the murderer." Mohinder pointed out, looking over at her. "His real name is Gabriel."

"Sorry, I didn't know." Elvira looked at him. She always had a way with saying the wrong things. "But, that's a pretty name too. Why'd he change it? Secret cover or something?"

"I guess so." Mohinder replied, shrugging.

"So, what's the deal with Sylar?" Elvira asked. "Was it intentfull? Accident?" She leaned up against the wall opposite of him.

"It was very intentfull, Miss. Lavonne." Mohinder told her. He looked down at the computer screen intently.

"Elvira." She stated.

"Sorry." Mohinder mumbled.

Elvira remembered why she had come there. "So, how do you "test"?" She asked him. "I hope it doesn't involve needles. Those creep me out…" She said, trailing off as she rambled on.

"Er…no. I can just hook you up to the machine. It'll look at your brainwaves and-" Mohinder started.

"Just tell me what to do." She said.

"Sit down in this chair." Mohinder gestured to a small chair that sat by a table. Elvira walked over and sat down in it. "I'll just hook you up…" He said, grabbing little things with wires that were attached to a small machine. Elvira sat still as he hooked them all around her face.

"You look like crap." Elvira stated as he leaned into her face, hooking them on.

"Thank you." Mohinder said. He stood up. "There." He breathed. He turned the machine on and sat in a chair near it.

"What do I do?" She asked him.

"…just concentrate…" He instructed.

Chance Salazar, New York Alley

He could hear someone calling for help. For a savior. It sounded like a woman. He looked to his right down a dark alley and was able to make out a woman. She was clinging onto a purse as a man tried to steal it from her.

Chance looked around. No one else was around, anywhere. He gave a small sigh and started running down the alley. He knew he would regret this later. But, he also knew it was the right thing to do.

He grabbed onto the attackers jacket. When the man looked over at him, Chance gave him a hard punch in the jaw. The attacker immediately shoved Chance to the ground. Chance looked at the man, pure fury engulfing him.

He stood up and gave the attacker a mighty punch in the stomach that sent the man flying for twenty feet. He could hear the woman scream in horror. Chance looked down at his hands, and then up at the woman's horrified face. He swiftly turned around and ran out of the alley, trying to contemplate what had just happened.

Rosemary and Jakob Anderson, New York Apartment

Rosemary watched her son as he sat at the kitchen table, coloring in his coloring book. She could faint hear him mumbling soft words to himself. Her curiosity got to the better of her. She made her way into the kitchen, carrying two glasses of hot chocolate. She sat one down in front of him, as she sat down in the chair across from him.

She watched him, for a moment. She finally had to ask, "Who are you talking to, dear?"

The little boy looked up at his mother before looking back down. "I'm talking to daddy."

"Wha…? You can't, darling. He isn't hear." Rosemary said, frowning.

"Yes he is. Can't you see him? He's standing right next to you." Rosemary furrowed her brow.

"Honey, there's nothing there." She said, worried. She decided to play along, for her son's sake. "Okay. Let's say he is. What's he saying?"

Jakob looked up. He seemed to be looking right next to her. "He misses you. A lot. He wants to know if you miss him."

"Of course I miss him. Do you?"

"Why should I? He hasn't gone anywhere." The boy said, looking at Rosemary.

Rosemary shook the thought away. "Does he talk to you often?" She asked him.

"All the time."

Rosemary sighed. "Jakob, honey. You can't talk to him. He…went away. He's not coming back."

"He wishes you would believe me. But, he says he knows how st-stu- I don't know how to say it."

"Stubborn?" Rosemary offered.

"Yeah. He knows how…much of that you are." Jakob replied.

Rosemary sighed and leaned back in her seat. She went ahead and assumed that Jakob is just going through withdrawal. She hoped this phase would pass.

Elvira & Mohinder, Suresh's apartment

"Miss. Lavonne? Miss. Lavonne! Elvira!"

Elvira quickly snapped back into reality. "Are you alright?" She heard him ask her.

"There…there was a man. He-he was at a school. He was chasing a cheerleader…I…" Elvira rumbled on.

"It's alright. You just seemed to have zoned out for a moment." Elvira closed her eyes and shook her head, lightly. "Oh my God." She heard Mohinder say.

"What? What is it?" She asked him.

"These readings. They're incredible." He looked over at her. "What happened?"

"I just concentrated. All of a sudden, I saw this…scene unfold in front of me." She admitted.

"Precognition?" He asked her.

Elvira just shrugged. "Has this happen before?" He asked her.

"Uh…I think so…" She replied.

"My father was right…" He mumbled to himself.

To Be Continued…