After five more hours of driving, David pulled into a gravel driveway off of a deserted back road. It was the only house for at least ten miles. There was an old wooden sign at the end of the drive with the word "Taxidermist" in chipped, white paint. The house was small and oddly shaped. There were old cars and rusty farm equipment sunken into the ground around the house. David cut the engine.

"This is not my father's house," Gabriel said, almost angrily.

David's smile was friendly. "Yes it is." He opened his door and hopped out of the truck.

Gabriel looked suspiciously at Elle. "What's going on?" he asked her.

She shrugged and shook her head. "I thought your father was a watchmaker."

They both got out of the truck and followed David to the front door. David looked at Gabriel expectantly. "Well? Aren't you going to knock?"

Gabriel turned towards him. He threw him against the house and held him there with an invisible force. "I don't know what you're doing here, David, but I'm not sure I like it."

"Gabriel," Elle scolded.

"Something's going on. Both of you are acting strangely. Now, someone's going to tell me what I'm missing."

Elle glanced at David's face. It was turning purple from lack of air. "David told me that you were going to hurt me. At the hotel, he told me to leave while I had the chance"

Gabriel's fiery eyes shifted from Elle to David. "Is this true?" he asked. Elle had never seen this side of him before. He was angry, a bomb waiting to explode. The smallest upset could set him off and someone would get killed.

"Yes," David croaked.

"Why did you bring me here?" Gabriel asked, his invisible hold on David's throat tightening.

"Gabriel, let him down so he can talk," Elle pleaded.

Slowly David slid down the wall and slumped on the ground next to the house. Gabriel crouched next to him. "Why am I here?" he asked again.

"If you go inside," David said out of breath, "you'll see."

Gabriel looked over his shoulder at Elle. "Shall we?" He stood and walked to the door. Slowly, he turned the knob and pushed it open. Elle's head was thumping. She didn't know any more than he did about what was inside the house.

It was silent. The only sound was there footsteps on the wood floors. Slowly, they walked to the kitchen. "Hello?" Gabriel said quietly. "Is there anyone here?"

"Gabriel, maybe we should just leave. I don't think there's anyone here," Elle said feeling her stomach knot.

"We aren't leaving until I find someone here." His eyes were black with fury. "David brought us here for something and I'm going to find out what it is."They walked from the kitchen around a corner to a small office. There was a small, wooden desk across the room from the door. "Hello?" Gabriel asked again. He slowly walked to the desk while Elle stood at the door.

"Please, can we just go?" she asked, frightened. She had a bad feeling about this place and didn't want to be there any longer.

"No!" Gabriel shouted. He turned back to the desk and shuffled some of the papers lying on it. None of them had any names or clues to the owner of the house. He opened the top drawer of the desk and dug through the papers there. Underneath the pile of papers was a small toy car. It was old and rusted and the wheels didn't turn.

"What? What is it?" Elle asked, noticing his sudden unhurried searching. "What did you find?"

He held the toy in his hand. "It's nothing. Let's keep looking." He stuffed to car back into the drawer and slammed it shut. Just as he was turning away, he noticed a sealed envelope in the lower left corner of the desk. He picked it up and opened it.

"What is that, Gabriel?" Elle approached him cautiously.

He pulled out the contents of the envelope; a one-page letter addressed to him. "It's a letter," he said looking up at Elle.

"What does it say?" she asked standing at his side.

He cleared his throat. "It says 'Dear, Gabriel, I hope you get this letter before it's too late. My name is Samson Gray and I am your father. You probably don't remember me. Though we don't know each other, we are alike in many ways. I know about your ability. You find people with abilities. All my life, I have found people with abilities and taken their powers from them. This is how I found David. When he said he could help me, I kept him alive. And then he told me of his plan. He is working with a man named Noah Bennet capturing Specials. They will be looking for you. Just don't trust him. Get away while you can. They will set you up, try to mess with your head. Don't go anywhere with him. He is dangerous. I hope you can forgive me for the past."

"That's the end?" Elle asked, confused.

Gabriel folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket. "So David's working with Bennet." He took Elle by the arm and pushed her toward the door.

"What, you think Bennet's here?" she whispered as he released his grip.

"Shh. Dammit, we walked right into a trap." He walked quietly through the kitchen and towards the front door.

"Gabriel, I'm afraid."

He held his finger to his lips shushing her again. There was a creak in the floor around the corner. "Bennet? There's no need to hide. I know you're there." There was no sound. Suddenly, he grab Elle by both shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Go," he whispered, "get in the truck and go."

"But what about you? I won't leave you here." She couldn't stand the thought of leaving him here in the midst of danger when there was something she might be able to do about it.

"No, just go." He opened the front door and shoved her out. Just as the door was closing, Bennet rounded the corner, his gun aimed at Gabriel's forehead. "You know that's no good, Bennet. Thanks to your beautiful daughter, I am invincible."

"Shut up," Bennet said walking towards him. "Where is she?"

"Claire? I'm sure she's at home in her cute little cheerleading outfit."

"I'm not talking about Claire. Where is she? Where's Bishop?