I got out of the car and looked up at Isaac's house. I took a deep breath and started toward the door. I peaked through the windows as I walked. He was sitting in the middle of his floor, staring at one of his paintings. I arrived at his door and knocked softly. I saw him glance at the door, as if debating whether to get up or not. Finally, he did and walked to the door. He unlocked it, then opened it.

"Can I help you?" he asked softly, almost sadly.

"Yeah, I'm October Petrelli. Peter's cousin."

Isaac got an angry look on his face that scared me and made me step back.

"I don't want anything else to do with him!" he yelled, while pointing an angry finger at me.

"I didn't come here to talk about him," I explained calmly. "I came here to warn you about a man named Sylar."

"I don't know a Sylar," he said, leaning against the door, a clear sign to me that I was not welcome inside.

"Exactly," I said. "This man wants to kill people like you; people who have these special abilities. He thinks…or knows…that if he kills one of us, he can somehow obtain our abilities."

I paused thinking Isaac might say something. When he didn't I continued.

"I've heard that most, if not all, of his victims were found with the tops of their heads cut off."

He swore and led me into his house. I stepped inside as he ran to look at a few of his paintings.

"He's going to kill again," he said nervously as he signaled me to go over to where he was. "Look."

I walked up beside him and saw his newest paintings. They were paintings of a man lying in a pool of blood with…well…the top of his head cut off. I covered my mouth with my left hand in shock,

"Does this person look like anyone you might know?" Isaac asked.

"Gosh, I hope not…" I said and turned to look at him. "Your best bet is to leave right now. Get yourself far away."

"What does Sylar look like?...So I'll know him if I see him."

"I don't know. I haven't met him yet…"

There was a small pause.

"You said he wants to kill people like us…you have an ability?"

I nodded.

"What is it?"

"It doesn't matter. But if he gets it, it'll be a lot easier for him to move around and not be recognized."

"Does he know where we all live?"

"I think so. But if you leave now, I don't think he'll be able to find you. I'm supposed to call Peter when I leave your house and we're going to leave here. I'm not sure where we'll go though."

"When would it be safe to come back?"

"I don't know. Maybe when we get information that he's in another state or something."

There was another small pause.

Isaac sighed.

"I have family in Michigan," he said. "I'll call them and let them know I'm coming….unless it'd be safer to stay in a hotel somewhere."

"Hotel probably." I said, tearing a piece of paper out of the small note book I had pulled out of my bag. "You don't want to risk putting your family in danger."

I dug out a pen from my bag as well and wrote down my cell phone number on the piece of paper.

"Here," I said, handing the paper to Isaac. "I have to get going. Call me if you run into Sylar or if you find out anything more."