"I should have had that brandy. You know what, because of this, when we get home, I'll get it and drink it right in front of your face."
"That's nice Claude, really nice."
The Petrelli house loomed in front of them; it was like a pit of emotion, screaming sorrow, hate and death. All it did was make her not wish to enter it, even if she had too.
'Knock, knock'
"I wasn't ready."
"Trust me, love. You'll never be."
"Who's the mind reader now?"
They expected someone other then Peter to answer the door, but were lucky as a blur of black hair showed up.
"You!"
Rose pulled Claude to the side, making Peter miss and it sent him swinging at air, rather then her friend.
"What did you do to make him this angry? Kill his dog?"
Claude stayed behind her, hoping that Peter wouldn't try and hit a girl, using what he had. The pent up anger that seemed to be what he lived on started to die down when his eyes fell on Rose.
"Hello, um…Peter. Can my friend and I come in?"
"Why? What do you want?"
"We still want to help you with your problem, I'm sorry about Claude, he's very emotional."
"Come in, I can't say no to help. I have a lot more problems then I want, the bomb, and now Sylar."
Her body froze up as they made their way though the door, Claude ended up pushing her, the rest of the way. Every where she went the name seemed to be, where the darkness and blood was, trying to drown out all the good.
"Peter, I think we have a lot of the same problems.