Adrienne Flynn
Sylar's apartment

The bacon sizzled as she neatly poked it with a fork. She loved making him breakfast. She loved him. When she deemed the bacon cooked, she put it on his and her plate. She placed the pan in the sink and rinsed it out, when she felt his heavy arms wrap around her.

"Mmmm…Good morning." He said in to her ear.

"Morning yourself." She replied, smiling. She turned the faucet off and turned around in his arms. "You seem extra loving today." She stated as she looked up into his face, smiling.

"I just love seeing your pretty face." He said, smiling. He gave her a small kiss, and she kissed him back.

"Yeah…I believe you." She said sarcastically. He smiled, but released her. She watched as he made his way to the table and sat down. Adrienne carried his plate and a glass and placed it down in front of him, before going and getting her own plate of food.

She sat down at the small round table, facing him. They chit chatted a few words as they ate, but, eventually, he just seemed to stare at his food. Adrienne placed her hands over his. "Gabriel, what's wrong, babe?" She asked him, gently.

He seemed to jerk awake. He smiled, and assured her he was fine. But, Adrienne couldn't help but disbelieve him.

Of course, she had noticed the drastic change in him. He didn't seem to comb his hair, or wear those big nerdy glasses that she adored. He always seemed to have some stubble. He didn't let himself go, just changed. He wore different clothing, too. His clothes now were dark and mysterious.

But, it wasn't his appearance that changed. He seemed more distant, too. Always seemed to space out. He has been away from their apartment a lot, also. And when she asked, he would only give her a vague answer that led to more questions. She didn't know if she should be worried or not.

Adrienne just nodded and didn't ask further. She stood up and took their plates into the kitchen. She placed them in the sink and began wiping the counters. She could see Gabriel standing in the entrance of the kitchen, watching her, out of the corner of her eye, although she didn't hear him walk there.

"What?" He asked her, just barely holding his hands up by his sides. He sounded annoyed, but curious.

"What do you mean?" She asked him, continuing not to look at him.

She heard him sigh, annoyed. "I'm not stupid, you know." He snapped.

"Neither am I." She replied, calmly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked her.

She stopped and faced him. "Do you think I wouldn't have noticed? The way you suddenly changed in behavior? The way you are always sauntering off. Or the way you are always get home late into the night? I don't know whether or not to worry or-"

"Or what?" She could tell his voice was raising and he was getting angry. "I'm not the only one who has seemed to be acting different! The way you keep giving me sideways glances! The way you seem to be afraid of me, or something!"

"Gabriel! I'm not afraid of you!" She yelled back at him.

"The hell you aren't!" He yelled back at her. The next thing she knew, a plate seemed to have flown right onto the floor and shatter out of nowhere. "Afraid, now?" He said, quieter.

Adrienne just furrowed her brow. "What the hell, Gabe?" She asked him. She ran her fingers through her midnight black hair and bent down and began picking up the broken pieces of glass, gently. He just turned on his heels and walked out the door, slamming it closed behind him.

Adeline Shephard
A Small Playground

She sat there, on the cold swing. The one to her left swayed lightly in the wind. She watched it, longingly. Only, she had no idea what she was longing. Just, longing. She reached back and pulled the hood off her head. It landed on her back lazily.

Thump.

The woman looked to her right. A man lying at the bottom of the monkey bars slowly got up and dusted off his pants. He went over and climbed them again. Making sure he was stable, he stood up and then stepped off, falling to the ground again.

The woman couldn't resist herself. "If you're trying to commit suicide, you might want something a bit more…higher." She informed him, sarcasm faintly tinting her tone.

"I'm trying to fly." He informed her as he climbed back on them. He stood at the edge. She couldn't help but feel a sense of familarness in his voice. Had she spoken to him before?

"Well…good luck with that." She wished him. She grabbed the chain of swing and leaned on her right hand. She looked over to him as he looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back at him, her old self tugging her lips upward. She watched him for a few more minutes; slightly swaying the swing back and forth. "No…really. What are you trying to do?" She asked. Her curiosity got the better of her.

"I told you. I'm trying to fly." He said as he dusted himself off, again.

The woman smiled. "You can't fly." She informed him.

"Yeah, thanks for telling me that now." He replied as he climbed back on. The woman chuckled. "Something funny?" He asked her, in a serious tone, but his face softened when he looked over at her. She watched as he tried one more time before getting up and walking over to her. His hair was as black as night, falling in front of his right eye.

He sighed as he sat down in the swing next to her. He opened his mouth, as if he was going to introduce himself, but then stopped. "Aren't you Addie?" He asked her.

"Yeah, and you're Peter." She said. She had remembered where she had seen him. "So, what's this flying business?" she asked him.

"What was that fire business?" He asked her. "Back in the alley?"

"I asked you, first." She said, stubbornly.

He smiled. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." She said.

"You asked for it. Just promise you won't think I'm some psycho. It might hurt my feelings," He teased. Adeline smiled, but listened intently as he told her about the dreams he had been having. About how he would be on top of a building, and then jump, flying. "Think I'm crazy, yet?" He asked her.

"No." She replied. "Not at all." That seemed to surprise him. "As long as you don't call me crazy." She said.

"Call you crazy for what?" He asked her.

Adeline just smiled. She pulled her sweater sleeve off of her hand and held it palm up. She closed it, and when she opened it again, there was a small flame that danced. She closed her hand again and opened it really fast. Fire seemed to shoot out of her hand. It engulfed a lion bouncer in flames. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed. "That's a new one!"

"Run!" He exclaimed. Adeline immediately jumped up and began pelting down the street as fast as she could with Peter following just behind her. When they seemed to have run atleast three blocks, Adeline stopped and immediately broke out in laughter.

"Did-did you see that?" She asked in between laughs.

"The hell I did!" Peter said, a little dazed, but a small smile on his face.

"That was totally wicked!" She managed to control her laughter a little. "So, think I'm crazy now? 'Cause if I am, that means you are too."

Shane Campell
Odessa, Texas, Highschool

Shane casually made his way up to her. She was standing by her locker, chatting to Zach. Shane had heard many rumors about Zach. Many rumors about Claire AND Zach, in that manner. But, he didn't pay attention.

Zach turned his head and glanced as Shane as he walked up to them. Shane greeted them with a smile, and held out his fist towards Zach. He hesitated, but then lazily pressed his fist up against Shane's for a second, in a friendly greeting.

Shane gave him a pat on the back. He lazily rested his arm on Zach's shoulder. "So, future-home-coming-queen. And…Claire." He said, adding the last two words on, looking over at Claire. His blue eyes met her eyes for a split second.

Zach looked a little annoyed, and looked down. Shane just chuckled.

"You know I'm just messing with you, right?" He asked. In a friendly way. Not the stuck up-smart allick-jock kinda way. "You're cool." He said. And that earned a look from the girl named Jackie who came up to join their circle of three.

"You can't be serious." She said, smacking her gum.

"As serious as pie." Shane said. Jackie just looked at him with raised eyebrows. "For the less intelligent folks out there, that mean's yes." He answered, sweetly.

He smiled as Jackie rolled her eyes. He gave an even larger of a smile when he heard Zach give a quiet chuckle. Shane flicked his hair out of his face. It was a combination of skater hair and emo hair and was a dark as night.

"Anyways-" Jackie started to say.

"I'll see you later, Claire. Zach." He said. He turned to Jackie. "Jackie." He said, giving a small bow. He started to walk away but stopped behind Jackie. She started to "comment" about Zach as if he wasn't standing right there. Shane stood behind Jackie and imitated her. He lipped what she was saying, with his hip thrust out to the side and his hand on it.

Claire smiled at him. Jackie whipped around. Shane stopped immediately. He stood up straight, gave her a salute, mumbled, "Sir." And began walking away, briskly. All the while, he could hear Claire and Zach laughing.

Elvira Lavonne
Suresh's Apartment

"I still believe this is absolutely insane. Maybe I am crazy." She said.

"You're not crazy." Mohinder said to her, absently.

Elvira watched him. He always had his eyes glued to that list. "And how would you know that?"

"Because," He said, looking up at her. "People who are going crazy don't know they are. They think they're getting…saner." He replied.

"That's comforting." She said, sarcastically. "Are you 'getting saner'?" She asked him. He chuckled. Elvira was an expert on turning the tables. She never liked it when people talked about her. GOOD or bad. She always wanted to point the spotlight on someone else. That was just her personality.

This was the fourth day in a row she had swung by his apartment. To run tests, or talk about genetics. Although, she didn't understand a word that flew out of his mouth. She could, however, see that he didn't get out much.

"Let's go for a walk." She blurted.

Mohinder looked up at her. "What?" He asked, startled.

"You heard me. A walk. You seriously need some fresh air." She said. He wasn't moving. Elvira walked over to him, grabbed his arm, and hoisted him up to a stand.

"Boy, you are quite strong, aren't you?" He mumbled as she almost literally dragged him to the door. "Alright! Let me walk out the door with dignity!"

"Oh, you lost that when you became a taxi driver." She pointed out as she opened the door.

"My father was a taxi driver." He mumbled, mainly to himself.

Elvira couldn't help but chuckle. They made their way out of the building. "You call this fresh air?" He asked, looking around the people and the noisy cars.

Elvira smiled as she walked. "It's better than that small, cramped, unorganized, little apartment of yours." She said.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He said, stubbornly. Elvira saw him look over at her. "Why do you have a camera, anyway?"

Elvira glanced down at the camera she hand around her neck. "We're not just going for a walk." She stated.

"I should have seen this coming." He complained. "Then, where are we going?"

"WE are going to see if we can find anything about Sylar." She replied.

"And how are we going to do that?" He asked her.

"You'll see. Let's just pray he isn't home."

"We're going to his house?!" Mohinder asked, shocked. He stopped right in his tracks.

"That we are." She said as she turned around and gabbed his hand. "Whether you like it our not, Mr. Suresh." She said sternly, as she started walking, briskly.

To Be Continued…