Question: How do you fit a grandmother, a muscle mimicking fast-food manager, a nine year old technopath, a ten year old clairvoyant, a telepathic cop, an Indian geneticist, a teenaged deadbeat, a psychotic electromagnetic woman, a lizard, all their varied and copious necessary personal belongings and enough food for a multi-day road trip extravaganza into one SUV?

Answer: You don't. Your father takes one look the logistical nightmare that is the above scenario and uses his powers to convince the man at the nearest RV store that by entering his lot we'd won the biggest RV in the place- free of charge.

You can probably guess how our trip went from here on in. Micah and I were 'way too loud and hyperactive; go watch too many cartoons like normal children!' Elle discovered my father's mind control power and every time he tried using it on her, she used hers to blow out the microwave or the oven or the TV or the radio or set fire to the tires or whatever else caught her fancy. Dad and Appa argued constantly about what directions to take and where to go until Monica broke it up, Damon complained loudly about the lack of stuff to do until Micah showed him how to get past pretty much any website's firewall, at which point he more or less hogged the laptop until we arrived back in New York.

In fact, only three things of any consequence happened during that trip.

1) I held up our leaving so I could leave another note for Sylar:

I'm still watching you; stay away from my family.

2) I told Micah about his mother. He took it fairly well; he'd known about Jessica before, and was confident that it wouldn't be long before his mother's natural personality resurfaced. I should point out now that Micah is an incurable optimist, who still believes in sunshine on cloudy days and that happy endings are possible.

3) Micah and me came up with an idea. The Idea. Capital letters and everything. You might want to underline that a few more times, and possibly turn it into a flashing neon sign.

You see, in case it's escaped your notice, Micah is a genius. A bona fide 'I have an IQ higher than God's' genius. Combine this with his technopathy, and you can see how he could accomplish pretty much anything he wanted.

Or, perhaps more accurately, anything that I could talk him into.

Looking back now, I suppose it's impossible to say if it was more my idea or his. I do know that we were talking about our powers. I also knew we were talking about the new Justice League movie, about heroes teaming up, and being able to do things by combining different powers together.

So, here's another question for you: What do you get when you cross a technopathic wunderkind with the one and only Walker Tracking System?

At first, the answers were silly. After all, the basic premise was rather like a particularly screwed up knock-knock joke. But, as I said before, Micah's a genius, and I'm not exactly a slouch in the brain department either. And we'd both been through more crap than any person should have to go through. Ever.

So the answers quickly became more serious. Weapons guidance systems, sentient spy ware, seeker drones like the ones in Star Wars… the possibilities became darker and darker as the night wore on.

And then they stopped being about was we could be manipulated into destroying the world, and more about how we could team up to save it. That was most definitely Micah's fault- he does the hopeful bit, I do the cynical bit.

And between to two of us, we can do a mean pragmatic.

At first, it was simply more benign variations of the above. I mentioned the fact that I sometimes thought of myself as the Bat Signal, which caused Micah the dissolve into peals of laughter, until I told him about my bedtime routine. Which, as you know, consisted of thinking about my family, Sylar, Micah's family, our friends, and, most recently, Elle, Adam, and Fred. I'd tried thinking about the Japanese woman, but I didn't know enough about her to get a lock.

"And you go through that big long list every night?" Micah asked, impressed.

"Yeah," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but actually really flattered.

"How much do you need to know about a person to find them?" he asked.

"Well, at first, everyone thought I could just find a person if I had a picture of them. But I need to know about their personalities, their characters, more than what they look like," I explained.

"Could you find someone you knew by character, but didn't know what they looked like?" Micah asked, intrigued.

"I…dunno. I don't think so," I said. "I've never tried."

There was a pause, during which Micah looked as pensive as it was possible for him to look.

"What?" I asked.

And that when it happened. The Idea.

We hammered out the details. We stole back the laptop. We ate every single piece of chocolate we could find, and giggled like maniacs while setting it up. It was quite possibly one of the most fun things I've ever done in my entire life.

In the end, though, we created it; the blog that would one day save the world.

Or, you know, at least help us lay the groundwork for the organization that is currently trying to save the world. We're not there yet.

Although, that's one of the few things that's good about this whole mess. With Sylar dead, we've scored a fairly nice victory, even if it is mostly for moral, rather than an actual military victory.

And we have Niki back. Micah has his mom again- she can watch him graduate college, get married, have kids.

But as for me? I'm not sure they'll be a happy ending.