I woke up the next morning to find that I was still alive and no one had broken into my room.I sat up in bed and checked my phone, which I had set on the nightstand, for missed calls. I had none. I walked into the bathroom and took a long look at myself in the mirror. My clothes and face had some dirt spots on it and I had just remembered that I didn't have anything to change into. I shrugged and took my clothes off to get into the shower. The water was cold and took forever to get warm. After my shower, I put my dirty clothes back on and realized that if I do run into Sylar again, he'd recognize my clothes. So I took off my black shirt and turned it inside out so that the logo on the front wasn't noticeable. Then I thought of something. If I turned my shirt inside out and put it on, the dirt stains would be rubbing on my skin, and I had just taken a shower. Eh…oh well. I put my shirt on inside out and, to hide the fact that it was inside out, I took the bottom of my shirt, brought it together in the front like a pony-tail, lifted it up, stuffed it down through the collar of my shirt, and brought it out through the bottom. I looked at myself in the mirror again. Ew, total skank. I shrugged again and rolled my pant-legs up to look like capris.

I used the hotel hair dryer to dry my hair, then when it was dry, I turned it from brown and wavy to long, blonde, and curly. I made my lips turn blood red and had eyeliner appear on my eyes, along with charcoal eye shadow. I made my nose a little bit smaller and cuter and changed my eyes from hazel to very light blue. I took one more look in the mirror and thought I kind of looked like a whore. No offence to those of you with long, blonde, curly hair and light blue eyes. It was mostly the shirt and how I made my face look.

I then heard a knock at my door. I jumped thinking that Sylar might have found me. Then my heart started to race. I walked slowly to the door as to not make any noise incase it was Sylar, so it'd seem like I wasn't there…Well…he would have known anyway. He would still be able to hear me.

I got to the door and looked through the peak hole. It was a guy that I didn't really recognize. He had short, spiked, red hair and had green eyes. His face was cute, and he had a little beard going. His clothes looked very familiar but his face did not. I thought that if I opened the door, it could either be the biggest mistake of my life, or it could save my life, and my family's'. I took a deep breath, unlocked the door and slowly opened it.

"Can I help you?" I asked, looking the slightest bit confused. When the guy saw me, he looked a little confused himself.

"Uh, yeah," he said. "Are you Rebecca?"

I thought a minute. Who the hell was Rebecca? Then I remembered that that was my "secret name".

"Yeah," I said. "And you are…?"

"Jerome Johnson," he said as he winked. When I didn't respond he looked down the hall to his right, then to his left as if to see if anyone was coming. I was getting ready for pain as he reached into his pants pocket. I assumed it was a weapon and he was going to hurt me. When I saw that he had pulled out his wallet, I stopped worrying a little.

He flipped it open and showed me his driver's license. It was Peter's. In fact, that was Peter's wallet. And then I realized that his clothes were Peter's as well.

"Uhh…what's going on?" I asked, closing the door a little further.

He thought for a second then said, "Look into my eyes."

I was kind of afraid to incase this dude had some weird hypnotizing ability or something. But I did and he blinked a long blink. When his eyes opened again, they were brown. The same color as Peter's. I smiled, realizing who I hoped it was, and opened the door to let him in. As I did I had realized that this hopefully wasn't Sylar who had just killed Peter.

I closed the door behind me and turned to face this "Jerome Johnson". As I looked at him his hair grew out a few inches, turned very dark brown, almost black, and his face transformed, as his beard disappeared. I was Peter.

A wave of relief swept over me.

"Jeeze Peter," I said, "Don't scare me like that."

"Sorry," he said and stopped to take a long look at me up and down. He looked a little disgusted. "Okay, one," he continued after the long pause, "You look like a prostitute. Two, we're trying to stay away from Sylar and you're going to attract every guy that sees you."

"No," I said and looked down at my shirt. I had my breasts grow bigger until they were tight in my shirt and some major cleavage showed. "Now I will."

Peter laughed as he looked, then turned away. "Please," he said, "you're my cousin."

I laughed too then "deflated" my shirt. "So what's the plan?"

I'm just telling everything that happened. We'll get back to the point in the next chapter. Please review and tell me how you like the story!!