Shane Campbell
Police Department

He didn't want to be questioned. Mainly, because he didn't have any answers. In fact, he wanted answers, himself.

"Have you ever met Peter before that night?" The woman asked him.

"What happened to him?" Shane countered.

"We have in custody. Answer the question, please." The woman told him. She had even cut blonde hair that ended at her jaw, and ice cold eyes.

Shane cocked his eyebrows. "No, I never met Peter before that night."

"What were you doing in the high school, just before the attack?" She asked him.

Shane thought for a moment. No way was he going to say, 'Sometimes I switch to my animal senses and I sensed something was wrong'. He sighed, "I was getting something out of my locker."

"He's lying." The man standing behind him said. Shane didn't respond.

"Answer the question. This time, with the truth." The woman told him.

Shane thought swiftly as he looked up at the ceiling in annoyance. "I had to use the restroom."

"Lying." The man pointed.

Shane turned around to look at the man. "What are you? Somesort of human lie detector?" He asked, extremely annoyed.

"Just answer the question." The woman told him, as he turned back around in his seat.

"Look, I don't know anymore than you do, and frankly, I want some answers too." Shane said. "Like, the fact that some guy who save Claire and I jumped off a building, and lived. 'Cause, I saw him, and he did some weird super healing, thing." Shane said, in a rush. "Try to call that a lie, lie-detector." He challenged.

"He's not lying." The man said.

"Thank you." Shane said, exasperated.

"Can you tell us what the other man looked like?" She asked.

"I didn't see his face. It was dark." Shane answered.

"Truth." The man confirmed.

"I'm starting to like you, lie-detector." Shane said, without looking at the man.

"I think we've got all we can, here." The woman said

Adeline Shepherd
New York

"Umm, do you happen to know which room a Peter Petrelli is staying in?" Adeline asked the reciptionist at the desk.

She typed something into the computer, before looking back at Adeline. "He's staying in room D5."

"Right…where is that?" She asked.

"I'll take her there." A man said behind her.

Adeline turned around. Her eyes landed on a somewhat gruffier Nathan Petrelli. "You're Nathan, aren't you?" She asked.

"Yes." He began walking down the hall, and Adeline followed by his side.

"What's wrong with Peter?" She asked.

"Didn't you hear?" He asked. "Stopped a murderer. Then he fell down, unconscious."

"Murderer?" Adeline asked. "Does this have something to do with that cheerleader and how he's supposedly supposed to save her?"

Nathan glanced at her. "You know about that?"

"Of course. Peter tells me everything." Adeline answered, shrugging. "Even about how," she dropped her tone down, "You can "fly"." She used two fingers from each hand to emphasis the fly part. "When he hadn't called me in a while, I got worried." She admitted.

"Here he is." Nathan said as they walked through a doorway. Adeline's eyes instantly landed on Peter, lying still in the bed. She slowly walked over to him, her hands gripping the railing.

"How long has he been like this?" She asked.

"About two weeks." Nathan answered.

Adeline watched Peter as Nathan shared a few words with the sharp looking woman sitting at the far wall. They talked in hushed tones, and Adeline couldn't hear them. But, it didn't matter to her.

Julianne Storrm
The "Company"

Julianne found it interesting that Bennet wasn't answering his phone. She really needed to see Bennet. Very badly. She might have been able to find out who 'A' was.

Bennet didn't seem to be at the work, either. She made her way to Sylar's room, maybe he would be there. After closing her eyes, she tried to remember what numbers Bennet had entered. She was good with memory.

She got it on the first try. The door unlocked, and she opened it. Immediately she heard Bennet calling her name. "Storrm! Let me out!"

He was on the other side of the glass window. Julianne cocked her head in confusion, but opened to door to let him out. He immediately pushed past her and ran out of the room.

Julianne chased after him as fast as she could. "What happened?" She asked.

"Sylar's escaped." He said, briskly.

A few days later

Adeline Shepherd
New York

"Any word from Peter?" She asked into the phone.

"Not since we last saw him." The man answered.

"I'll keep looking." Adeline reassured before she hung up. She sighed and fell down onto her small couch.

"Peter, you're the strangest, most complicated, unpredictable person I know." She whispered to herself.

From the first moment she met him, she knew there was something different. Boredly, she held up her hand. She opened it and closed it, watching the flame ignite and then extinguish, over and over again.

She stopped when she heard a squeak from the floor. She dismissed it, and sat up straight. She so felt like dialing in Peter's number. As if he would pick up from the other line. She hoped he wasn't in some kind of trouble.

She heard it again. Her head slowly turned towards where it came from. Over by the front door. After a moment of listening, she shook the thought away. "I watch too many horror movies." She noted to herself. She sighed and then laid back down on the couch, her head perched on one arm, and her feet on the other.

Bringing her hands up to her eyes, she sighed, again. That's when she had an overwhelming feeling that she was being watched. It unnerved her very much. "Okay." She whispered to herself as she stood up from the couch. "It's nothing." She reassured herself.

She swiftly grabbed her coat that was hanging by the door. But, she felt something move right by her. When she looked, there was nothing there. Slowly, she reached her hand out, but it only touched air.

She brought her hand back, and then smiled at her silliness. 'Yeah. There's probably and invisible evil villain around here somewhere.' She thought sarcastically to herself.


Shane Campbell
Odessa, Texas

Shane briskly knocked on the door. He waited till someone answered it. He was relieved when Claire was the one to answer it.

"Claire, we really need to talk." He told her.

"Okay." She said opening the door, wider. "My parents and Lyle aren't home, so we have to house to ourselves. What do you want to talk about?" She asked as she made her way to the living room.

Shane closed the door behind him before following her. "You have been acting really strange. I mean, you haven't been speaking to me, a few days after Homecoming you mysteriously forget about what happened. I mean, don't you even remember Peter?"

She looked a little caught off guard. "No…" She answered.

"Yes, you do." Shane accused her. "I can see it on your face." She didn't respond. "Why are you lying to me?" He asked her. "Whatever is going on with you, you can tell me."

She hesitated before sitting down on the couch. Shane sat down next to her. "Okay, I'll tell you. The only other person that knows is Zach." She told him. Shane nodded. "Remember how I had blood all over my face, but not a scratch on me?" She asked.

"Yeah, I remember." Shane said.

"I…I can't explain it. I have to show you. Follow me." Shane was confused, but followed her into the kitchen. She instantly picked up a knife and sliced open her wrist.

"What the hell are you doing, Claire?!?" Shane asked. But, then he watched. Her cut seemed to heal within seconds. "…just like Peter." Shane said.

"There are other people out there like me." She told him.

"That can heal?" He asked.

"No. But have…powers." She answered. "My dad doesn't just work at a paper factory. I don't know what he does, but there's this man that works for him and he takes your memories, but he didn't take mine and-"

"Claire! I don't understand a word you're saying. Slow down." Shane told her.

Rosemary Anderson
New York

"Hello?" The woman's voice answered the other line.

"Hi, Ellie. It's me again." Rosemary greeted.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

"So…you say that man, Mohinder, has that list, right?" She asked. Her sister had told her about the man she had been seeing. He was helping her with her 'power'.

"Yeah." Elvira confirmed.

"I was wondering…" Rosemary trailed off.

"You want me to check to see if Jake is on it?" Elvira asked.

"Could you?" She pleaded.

"I guess." Elvira said.

"Thank you. Well, I have to go." Rosemary hung up.

To Be Continued...