"Where's your cell phone?!" Noah Bennet yelled at the woman he thought wasn't his wife. She looked like Sandra, felt like her, smelled like her, and yet some other sense he had knew this was not Sandra.

"In my pocket!" She yells back, sobbing into the table. Noah's hand releases her neck and he uses his hips to keep her body pinned to the table as the gun dug into the base of her skull. He digs around in her coat pocket and liberates the ringing cell phone. He flips it open.

"Hello?" There's a pause on the other line and then, faintly.

"Dad? Where's mom? I'm..." Lyle Bennet continued to talk about Mr. Muggles and some medication, but Noah was not listening. He'd been so sure. So absolutely sure that this was not Sandra, but Sylar in disguise. Sandra tells him where to tell Lyle the medication for the damn dog is. He quickly hangs up and releases his wife.

Sandra turns towards her husband and crosses her arms. Tears are streaming down her face. "What the hell, Noah?!" She screams at the man as he re-holsters his gun.

"Sandra," He pauses holding up his hands, tears in his eyes. "You have to believe me, Sylar... Sylar is a shapeshifter now-"

"I don't want to hear it!" She screams as he takes a step closer.

"He came by my apartment with divorce papers as YOU!" Noah pauses as he watches the woman he's loved since before Lyle, before Claire, before the Company even breaks down. He rushes to her side and pulls her into his arms. "You have to believe me, Sylar pretended to be you. I... I didn't know... I had to know for sure..." He trails off as he pulls her face to his and kisses her. Her arms snake around his neck and his heart flutters as he feels her kiss him back. Perhaps this can be their reconciliation. He does love her, sure it took this separation and not knowing or really caring where Claire was, in order for him to remember his love for her. "I love you, you have to believe me!" Sandra looks up into his blue eyes and smiles.

"I do believe you." She kisses him again and then the longing, the raw hunger of her in his arms once again takes over and he's shedding her clothes as she helps him out of his. They navigate the predictable layout of the hotel room furniture and make it to the bed. He's already hard, she's ready and they make haste in building a rhythm as he kisses her and worships her body.

He's always taken care with her, thinking she'd break if he did anything too rough, but those hesitant feelings are gone and he bucks into her as if she's Claire's age and can take it. She's not complaining as she throws her head back and moans her pleasure for him. He adores her breasts, small and yet still pert and waiting for his touch. They build into their climaxes together, but Sandra breaks first. As her body rides the waves of pleasure, Noah thrusts a few more times and then releases as well.

"I love you..." Sandra pants beside her sweaty man. Noah looks at her and admires her aged beauty, her mussed up hair, and the glistening of sweat on her face. He leans over and kisses her mouth once more.

"I love you too." He says pulling her into his arms knowing that she'll nod off to sleep in a few minutes.

....

Several blocks down the street a cell phone rings. The woman has to juggle a brown paper back of groceries as she clutches in her purse for the phone. Flipping it open she answers, "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?! Bennet will be back at his apartment in less than twenty minutes. I think he's onto us." The irritating voice takes a moment for the woman to recognize as the sickly looking man her husband works with.

"Why the hell are you calling me about my husband? He works for you not me." The line clicks off and Sandra Bennet looks at her cell phone.