The air was very cold and chilled her skin as it rushed over her and through her ears. Her head hurt so badly. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget the past few days. Perhaps she could even find someone who could make her forget. The wind was so blasted loud and it was getting even colder but she could feel the warmth of the sun on her back.

Ellen blinked and blinked again. Her eyes watered every time she tried to open them. Peter held her as best he could, his arms around her as the moved through the sky. He heard her groan in pain and watched as her eyes opened.

Ellen saw the cityscape passing silently by hundreds of feet below them and screamed nearly throwing Peter off as she clung onto him and buried her face in his shoulder.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…! were her only thoughts repeated over and over again.

Peter smiled, "Don't worry, Ellen. It takes a little getting used to." He tried looked at her and could only see her hair on the top of her head, "I promise I won't let you fall."
"I don't care!" she bellowed from the recesses of his jacket. "Just tell me when we land!"

She tried to remember when Peter told her he could fly and no instance came to mind. At the same time she was also trying to figure out what happened in her living room. She remembered Gabriel – no, she remembered Sylar coming towards her and then everything stopped and had faded. She must have hit her head really hard.

Peter did his best to keep breathing normally as she continued to hold him as tightly to her as possible the entire way until they reached the west side of the city. The trees and nice houses became more abundant and Peter descended.
"I think you can look now." They were barely above the rooftops of the large homes.

Ellen pulled away from him slightly, opening one eye to make sure he wasn't fibbing and then the other as they passed over the neighborhoods. She looked ahead and saw the buildings of her beloved city still close by.
Peter brought her closer to the houses below and smiled as she reached out her hand, allowing her fingers to graze over the leaves of a treetop. Ellen snatched it back quickly and latched onto Peter's jacket, afraid she would knock them off balance and they'd both fall out of the sky.

"We're almost there." He said, taking her hand and placing it on his chest underneath his own as they dipped under the trees and landed lightly in between two houses.
Ellen's knees buckled under her sudden weight as her feet hit the ground but she found her strength again as Peter led her onto the sidewalk.

"People can see us now?" she said softly.
Peter nodded, looking around cautiously. If Sylar had followed them, he had gotten much better at hiding than Peter ever could. He could hear nothing but Ellen's breathing and both their heart beats, hers slowing down as she regained her bearings.
They walked hand in hand past a few houses until Peter stopped and moved up the walk towards a particularly lovely house with large windows at the front.

"Where are we?" Ellen asked as they reached the front door.
"Home." He said, opening the door slowly and peering inside before pulling Ellen in after him. He hoped the Petrelli house was empty at the moment as he wasn't in the mood to explain anything to anyone who wasn't already involved.

Ellen stepped in after him and her jaw dropped as she looked around. They stood in the entrance way and the first thing that met her eyes was an elegant spiral staircase and a chandelier that hung overhead. To either side of them were entrances to beautiful open rooms with wide windows and what looked like rather expensive furniture.
But she barely had time to browse before Peter pulled her upstairs with him. They entered into a bedroom, smaller than the rooms downstairs but decently sized at any rate. There was a twin sized bed against the far wall and a window that opened to the trunk of a large tree that grew in the yard.

Ellen's attention, however, was quickly pulled away from the room itself.
Peter had gone in ahead of her and began to clear up pieces of paper that lay on the desk and that were pinned to the walls.

Directly in front of her was a large drawing of a pair of dramatic eyes. They were a bright blue with thin dark eyebrows above them. Next to it was a portrait in pencil. Ellen stepped closer and saw that the woman had dark hair like hers, an oval shaped face just as hers was shaped, and a mouth that was drawn just like her own. There was no mistaking it. The woman in the drawing was her but her eyes, everything about her looked so sad to Ellen.

She continued to look along the walls, there had to have been at least half a dozen more. Some were profiles, others were just drawings of her eyes but one way or another they were pieces of her. The only noticeable thing that seemed odd about them was that in each one they looked so sad or anxious, one even looked almost angry.

Ellen looked at Peter, her mouth slightly open but too dumbfounded for words. He only looked back at her helplessly as he held more drawings in his hands.

Careful not to get too close, he kept his eyes on her. The simplicity of it was incredible and fantastically convenient for him. He would trap her and move on to the next one.
Claire looked behind her every few minutes as she ran, feeling the presence of someone and then in the next moment sensing that she was alone as she had always been. She never saw anyone and continued running as fast as she could back to her apartment.

One more block to go.

Sylar watched her slow down and run up the steps into a building and waited for a minute first.
Claire burst into her apartment and doubled over, clutching the stitch in her side and gasping for breath as Nathan moved quickly to her asking her what happened.

"He – was – there." She gasped in between breaths.
"Catch your breath, Claire." Nathan said.
But she shook her head madly at him and stood upright, her face urgent, "Peter's got Ellen but he's gone after them."
Nathan suddenly turned very serious, "Where?"
"I don't know. Peter told me to get you so we could stop him before he hurts her or anyone else."

Nathan considered her for a moment and scratched the back of his head as he thought, allowing his eyes to wander about the room until they fixed on the front doorway.
"Claire." He said firmly, taking her by the arm and pulling her behind him.
Claire looked around Nathan and gasped.

Sylar moved slowly towards them, his presence looking as though it attracted shadow into the room and around his body. He smiled at them as he approached but Nathan didn't hesitate.
At his first opportunity Nathan's fist made contact with Sylar's face knocking him to the floor. Sylar blinked away the white spots he saw and reoriented himself, lifting his hand at Nathan.

Nathan's body went stiff and ridged in Sylar's invisible grasp.
"Get out of here, Claire!" he choked as his feet lifted off the floor until he dangled in mid air at the mercy of Sylar's power.

Sylar got to his feet once more as Claire started to back away. His eyes clapped onto her and he grinned, "Oh no dear." He said, lifting his other hand and pushing her until she was pinned against the wall.
"I will save the best for last." He said to her and then turned back to Nathan, "No offense to you of course, Congressman." He mocked a small bow as he pointed his finger at Nathan and watched as the large cut opened along his forehead.

Nathan let out a bellowing scream as the deep red of his blood dripped down his face. Claire yelled and fought vainly in protest against Sylar's power. She watched frozen with terror, tears rolling down her cheeks as Nathan's body fell to the floor with a blood freezing thud and Sylar immediately fixed his eyes on her.

There was nothing she could do to stop it when he came towards her, his eyes alight with satisfaction as he looked down at her, realizing how small she really was.
"The lovely Claire." He breathed deeply, closing his eyes, "Forgive me," he said, "I have waited so long for this moment and I intend to savor it to the very last." He smiled madly at her. "You should feel special, you're so important."

The pain blinded her but faded almost instantly after she felt it.
Sylar closed his fist as he thought for a moment. His first cut was nowhere to be seen. Only a few drops of blood remained on her face as any evidence of it.

Claire's panicked eyes continued to flick back and fourth between Nathan's body and Sylar. There was no one to help her now. She was horribly alone. Peter and Ellen were gone and after everything Sylar would actually win after this. He would be nearly invincible after he'd taken her.
Claire squirmed and twisted around feeling as though she may actually free herself when Sylar's eyes made contact with hers once more and the force that held her against the wall strengthened until she let out a whimper from the pressure.

"I had a feeling you were going to make this difficult for me." He said and pointed his finger at her for another try. Claire screamed until she felt her throat may burst. But she saw in his eyes that it didn't faze her killer at all.