NEW JERSEY - NIGHT - FIVE YEARS FROM NOW

Ando and Hiro reappear, teleported from the ocean onto dry land. They look out at the ocean, at where New York used to be.

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "What do we do? New York is completely gone!"

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "There is a reason the masked man sent us to this time. He was trying to warn us that this would happen."

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "Well, now that we know it'll happen, we need to go back and stop it."

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "We can't. Not yet. We don't know what happened, or when it happened. Maybe we can find someone here who can help us."

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "You mean like us in the future?"

Ando looks at Hiro, suddenly grim.

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "If we're still alive."

Hiro looks puzzled.

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "Why wouldn't we be alive?"

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "I don't know. When the bomb went off in New York and we went five years into the future, you was alive, but I was dead."

Ando looks away, a bit nervous.

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "What if this time... we both died?"

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "Let's not get too worked up over this yet. Maybe we can find someone to help us out."

Hiro looks around the area.

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "Let's look around."


WAREHOUSE - 12:05 A.M. - THURSDAY

A few minutes after the eclipse has ended, a small group of Agents walk on past an old neighborhood. The main Agent, TURNER - mid-30s, bearded and the brown hair on top of his head shaven off - leads his team, wearing a more armored black leather uniform than his teammates. Turner taps his headset.

AGENT TURNER: "We've got the coordinates you gave us."

VOICE (on headset): (distorted) "Keep your eyes open. This is the third confirmed suicide we got reported from members of Sector Nine. I doubt this suicide will stick."

AGENT TURNER: "Understood. We're on our way in."

VOICE (on headset): (distorted) "Whatever you do, try to tranquilize, but do not fire unless forced. We don't want to attack him. It'll only piss him off."

AGENT TURNER: "Copy that. We're going in."

Agent Turner turns around the corner and to an alleyway. He notices the back wall of the warehouse has been broken open, with debris littered all over the ground. There is a flipped over car on fire near the parking lot across the street, a broken down light pole on the sidewalk, and a parked Coca-Cola truck that has been ripped in half at the logo's hyphen.

AGENT #1: "Did all of this really happen in just under five minutes?"

AGENT #2: "This guy sure didn't waste any time trashing the place."

AGENT TURNER: "Remember, the target's on the move. We need to figure out where he came from and where he was headed."

Agent Turner takes a step forward and hears a distant crashing sound. Turner taps his headset.

AGENT TURNER: "Agents, we've got something here. Meet us at the warehouse on the corner of --"

AGENT #3: (shouts) "Sir, DUCK!!"

Agent #3 suddenly leaps and tackles Turner to the ground. A black van is suddenly thrown through the air and it barely misses Turner and Agent #3, who get down on the ground. The van crashes through a second story wall of the warehouse and the Agents look through the hole in the warehouse wall, as the van CRASHES on the ground. The van rolls over a few times and finally stops, landing upside-down.

AGENT #2: "Delta team, come in. Report Delta team."

There is only static on Agent #2's headset.

AGENT #3: "Was anyone in the van? Did anyone see anyone inside?"

AGENT #2: "Are there any survivors? Report Delta --"

An angry, booming GROWL catches their attention. The Agents suddenly turn around and notice a seven foot tall man in shredded pants standing a few dozen feet away. Though the man isn't seen clearly, his violet-blue eyes pierce through the dark as he looks at the Agents. There are two dozen Agents that lie unconscious on the ground in front of the brute's feet. All of their weapons have been crushed in some form. The Agents aim their guns at the muscular brute, but Agent Turner stands up and stands before their guns.

TURNER: (shouts angrily) "Stop it, stop it!! Don't fire!! Don't fire, remember?!?"

Agent Turner turns around to the shadowed, muscular man. The muscular man takes a step back and shakes his head. The man makes his hands into fists.

MAN IN SHADOWS: (growling voice) "Go away..."

The muscular man takes another step back and then he turns around, still unseen. The man runs around the corner and runs out of sight behind a tall building. Agent #2 follows after him. He rounds the corner to an alleyway, but by the time he gets there, he sees the muscular man has already left. Agent #2 looks at the ground and sees are another dozen more or so agents lying unconsicous on the ground.

AGENT #2: "I've found the rest of Delta team!"

Agent Turner taps his headset and TURNER SIGHS.

AGENT TURNER: "The target's running off. Delta team one is down. What do you have on your end?"

VOICE (on headset): (distorted) "We've got a call about a video recording made by the target. Report back to base as soon as you can."

AGENT TURNER: "Copy that. Turner out."

Turner switches off his headset.


THE COMPANY, NEW YORK - WEDNESDAY, 12:35 A.M.

Angela looks at the painting of Peter and Caitlin in the desert on her couch. The other eight paintings are still covered by a sheet. Noah, Claire, Mohinder, Matt, the Haitian, Hanson and Benson look at the painting.

MATT: "It looks like Peter's in the desert."

CLAIRE: "He could be with Usutu. Why would he be with Usutu?"

HANSON: "What happened to you guys when you were Africa?"

CLAIRE: "Usutu was training us for some big threat we had to face. Just before we were teleported here, we were facing off against some guy that could control sand."

Noah and Angela look at Claire, stunned. Even the Haitian looks a bit stunned by this.

ANGELA: "Jerry Lee Marsh."

MATT: "You know him?"

NOAH: "He's someone we met. A long time ago. We thought he had died."

CLAIRE: "How?"

NOAH: "We'll explain all of this to you later, Matt. And don't even bother trying to probe my mind or Angela's for any answers. I've taught her a few things about protecting her thoughts since you last interrogated me."

Matt looks at Angela. She looks weak, tired.

MATT: "What is it?"

ANGELA: "I'm just tired. I haven't slept in days. I can't sleep. I can't dream. I even tried medication to put me to sleep. It didn't work."

Angela walks over and starts to remove the sheets from each of the remaining eight paintings.

ANGELA (CONT'D): "For now, we should see what the other paintings are. That masked man left them here for a reason. I intend to find out what this is all about."

Angela continues to remove sheet after sheet off of the paintings. Finally, she removes the last sheet from the last painting. Angela steps back and stands with the others. Everyone present looks at the paintings.

BENSON: "What the hell is going on here?"

Painting #2 shows Sylar, walking away calmly from the prison. Lying on the ground behind him are the dead bodies of the officers, lying in pools of their own blood.

Painting #3 shows a close-up of Bruce Norton, with the gunshot wound in his head and his eyes are wide open. There is a dark navy blue glow around and within his pupils. His mouth is gaped open, screaming, and his expression is one of pain and horror.

Painting #4 shows Sarah standing in the diner, holding a tray of food in her hands. Brandon stands behind the counter in the background. Both are staring ahead at something or somewhat unseen, and both are looking nervous.

Painting #5 shows E.S. crouching by the fallen David on his front lawn, with blood dripping from his mouth, nostrils and ears.

Painting #6 shows Micah, staring in shock at Tracy in his guest room. He looks at her with tears in his eyes, shocked. Tracy has an odd smile on her face.

Painting #7 shows Monica, running across a rooftop and avoiding gunfire from several of the Boss's agents. The moonlight shines in the sky behind a skyscraper.

Painting #8 shows Caitlin, seated in Usutu's tent. She watches with Usutu, as Peter is training with Curtis and Peter blocks Curtis's bo staff attack with his own.

Painting #9 shows a man lying on the carpet of an unseen room. He is lying in a pool of his own blood, his face in the shadows and his pupils are glowing a violet-blue. His body is swelling, growing more muscular, his clothes tearing apart.

MOHINDER: "What do these drawings mean?"

Angela walks back to the desk. She picks up the 9th Wonders! comic from her desk.

HANSON: "What is that?"

Angela removes the post-it note from the front of the comic bag and sees the illustration on the cover for the first time.

ANGELA: "Something that may give us some answers."

The others walk over to join Angela. She's staring at the 9th Wonders! cover. It has been divided into three different drawings by panels. The first panel on the left side of the cover shows Peter and Caitlin in Usutu's tent. The second panel in the middle of the cover shows Hiro, Ando, Matt and Claire in New York. The third panel on the right side of the cover shows Ando and Hiro on the streets of future New Jersey, passing by buildings. Above the three panels, in bold red letters, it reads: PAST - PRESENT - FUTURE?!?


DESERT - BOTSWANA, AFRICA - NIGHT

Peter and Caitlin are inside Usutu's tent. He walks over and to the training mat set down inside.

PETER: "What's going on? Why are we here?"

USUTU: "Our masked friend sent you here so that we could prepare you, Peter. You and Caitlin here both have many dangers that lie ahead and you will both need to be ready to face them."

CAITLIN: "Both? What exactly are you preparing us for?"

USUTU: "For now, you two have no real fighting skills. Since you are powerless, Peter, you need to learn to properly defend yourself in battle against opponents more skilled and more powerful than you are."

PETER: "And how do we do that?"

Curtis steps into the tent, holding a bo staff in his hand.

CURTIS: "With my help."

Usutu, Peter and Caitlin turn around to face Curtis. Usutu smiles.

PETER: "Who are you?"

USUTU: "Your trainer, Peter. He is going to teach you how to fight."

CAITLIN: "Why us? What is this all about?"

USUTU: "Your questions will be answered in due time, my dear. For now, you will need to spend some time here and start your training. You will have much to learn in your time here."

Peter notices a painting against the wall. He steps towards it, puzzled. Caitlin notices and stands next to Peter.

CAITLIN: "Is that...?"

The painting shows Peter and Caitlin, standing in what looks like the basement of a warehouse. They are surrounded by shadowed people with guns aimed at them.

USUTU: "Come. You must be ready."


NEW JERSEY - NIGHT - FIVE YEARS FROM NOW

Hiro and Ando walk down the street. The bystanders around them walk by them in opposite directions.

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "Where are we going?"

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "I don't know. But there's got to be somewhere we can go to... anywhere."

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "We could try Texas. Maybe Bennet could help us."

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "I don't know. We were brought to this spot for a reason. If we don't find anyone here, then we'll check in Texas."

Ando gives a startled YELL as he's grabbed from behind. Hiro spins around to see Ando as he disappears in front of his eyes, but nobody walking by notices.

HIRO: "Ando? Where are y--"

Hiro is suddenly grabbed by his mouth and neck from behind, and then he too vanishes.


In an abandoned warehouse, Hiro collapses to the ground next to Ando. Both men glance at one another.

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "How did we get here?"

MAN: (subtitled from Japanese) "I brought you here."

Ando and Hiro turn around to the man who abducted them. The familiar man has short dark hair, is wearing a black trench coat over his black clothes, and has a familiar scar that starts at the right side of his forehead and goes down diagonally to his left cheek. This is Future Peter Petrelli, who speaks fluent Japanese. He gives them a grim look.

FUTURE PETER: (subtitled from Japanese) "It's good to see you both again."

ANDO: "Peter Petrelli?"

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "You understand and speak Japanese?"

Future Peter nods grimly. Hiro and Ando both stand up.

ANDO: "Where is everyone? What happened?"

PETER: "I was told you were coming here. I've been told to tell you everything. About the day we lost New York. The day we lost the two of you."

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "We died?"

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "Told you."

FUTURE PETER: "I have so much to tell you. But first, I have to give you a message. This is the very key to how you can stop the disaster from happening, how you can save New York, stop all of this."

HIRO: "Of course. It is our destiny to stop it. What is the message?"

Future Peter gives them a grim look.

FUTURE PETER: "Save the cheerleader... Save the world."

Ando and Hiro exchange puzzled looks, and then they look back at Peter.

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "Deja vu."


At the far side of the warehouse, Future Peter opens a door and Hiro and Ando follow him down the hall.

FUTURE PETER: "Follow me. There's not much time left for you guys to be here."

ANDO: "I don't understand. Claire was told by her father that you lost your powers."

FUTURE PETER: "I did. I had my ability restored by the masked man, years ago. When you are sent back to your time, I should have it back already."

HIRO: "Did you ever learn who the masked man really is?"

FUTURE PETER: "Yes, I did. We all found out who he really was. You will learn who he is in due time."

Future Peter walks to a large spiraled staircase and walks down it. Hiro and Ando follow him down.

ANDO: "You can't tell us? Why not?"

FUTURE PETER: "Like I said, we don't have much time. I'm here to tell you what you need to know, not to tell you what you'll learn from our masked friend."

HIRO: "Where are you taking us?"

FUTURE PETER: "To get your answers."


Within the warehouse's lower level, the door to an enormous art gallery swings open. Future Peter enters and Hiro and Ando follow him inside.

ANDO: "What is this place?"

FUTURE PETER: "This is where we re-grouped. There weren't many survivors after what happened to New York. A lot of people died that day. Most of them we couldn't save."

HIRO: "What are you going to show us?"

FUTURE PETER: "Just see for yourself."

Future Peter stops in the middle of the room. Hiro and Ando look at the room. All of the walls have paintings of various sizes stacked on top of one another, side by side others... they are formatted like the pages of a comic book.

HIRO: "You pieced them all together. It's a giant comic book."

FUTURE PETER: "All of the answers are right here. I'll show you what happened, step by step..."

Future Peter walks over and stands by the western wall. The paintings in front of a red strip of tape are what the ones that Peter stands in front of. He points at the first painting on the top row of the wall.

FUTURE PETER: "This man, he's known as the Boss. He runs his own version of the Company, but he calls it the Organization. He recruits people with abilities to join his side. Those that turn him down are hunted down, abducted, imprisoned, even killed. He has a lot of powerful agents at his disposal."

Future Peter points at the second painting on the top row before the red strip of tape. The painting shows the Boss talking with several of his agents, including Louis, Sandra, Darius, Ricky, Carlton and Xander.

FUTURE PETER: "These are the people you need to know. The man is Louis Cranston. He has the ability to break down the cells of living things, like people and animals. Louis was the one at the Beeman Warehouse that took away my powers and his touch affected Tracy's cells so badly that her cells broke apart, she exploded turned into water and died. She would've stayed dead if the masked man hadn't saved her life and fixed her cells."

ANDO: "Tracy died?"

FUTURE PETER: "Don't worry. It didn't last."

He points up at the drawing of Sandra in the painting.

FUTURE PETER: "This woman is Sandra Emerson. She kind of has a special connection to the Boss. Whatever you do, just don't look her in the eyes when they glow. If you do, death is immediate."

ANDO: "What happens?"

FUTURE PETER: "Trust me, you'll find out soon enough." (points at Darius) "This is Darius Tompkins and the man next to him is Ricky Choi. They're the best of friends and two of the Boss's best agents."

HIRO: "What do they do?"

Future Peter suddenly pauses.

FUTURE PETER: "Hold it."

Future Peter looks at the doorway. The floor beneath his feet is glowing with blue neon gridlines, which quickly move out in all directions and surround the entire room. Peter's pupils glow red.

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "What is it?"

FUTURE PETER: (subtitled from Japanese) "We have company. Hang on."

Future Peter closes his eyes and a wave of white energy glows over his body. A white energy bubble grows out from Peter and engulfs over Hiro, Ando, the paintings, and the entire room. When the light fades, the three heroes have been teleported away and so have the paintings that were on the wall. The door is kicked open and a swarm of agents in black uniforms enter the room. They look around, their guns aimed, but find that the entire room is empty. An agent, Future Carlton, enters the room. He looks the same as he did five years ago, only now he has two jagged, diagonal scars on his face. Carlton has on a black coat over his uniform and is wearing a headset.

FUTURE CARLTON: "The target has gone. He took the paintings with him."

DISTORTED VOICE: (on headset) "Petrelli could be anywhere. Lure him out by going for the rest of his team."

FUTURE CARLTON: "Right. Give me instructions again so we can find Sanders."


In the Knox Warehouse, there is a familiar man seated at the blood-stained desk of the boss. It is Sylar, who is wearing his own headset.

SYLAR: "Hold on a second."

Sylar closes his eyes for a moment. He takes in a breath and concentrates. A few seconds pass, and then Sylar opens his eyes. He lets out an evil smile.

SYLAR: "I have the location. Here's what you do next."


GEOFFREY'S HOUSE - PRESENT DAY - WEDNESDAY, 9:00 A.M.

Claire steps out of the bathroom, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. She is still a bit wet after being in the shower and she is drying her hair with a towel. Claire walks into the kitchen and sees Noah is cooking breakfast. He scoops some eggs out of the frying pan and sets it on a plate, where two buttered pieces of toast and four strips of bacon are already set. Noah turns around and looks at Claire with a smile.

CLAIRE: "What's all of this?"

NOAH: "Breakfast. What else?"

CLAIRE: "I know that. I mean, why are you cooking? What's the occasion?"

NOAH: "You are. You've been gone training for a week now. I've been so worried about you. Your mother and Lyle have been worried sick, too."

Noah looks at Claire and hands her the plate of food. Noah smirks.

NOAH: "It's good to see you."

Claire smiles and takes the plate out of her father's hand.

CLAIRE: "I missed you too, Dad."

Claire kisses Noah's cheek. She walks off and sits at the dining room table. Claire stabs her fork into her eggs and she looks at Noah.

CLAIRE: "This is a pretty nice place. Who does it belong to?"

NOAH: "A new friend of ours. He's helping us track down this rival company that's been recruiting and murdering people with abilities."

Claire hears the door slam and she turns around. Geoffrey walks into the kitchen and smiles at Noah.

GEOFFREY: "It smells good in here, Bennet."

NOAH: "How do you like your eggs?"

GEOFFREY: "Sunny side up, if you don't mind."

NOAH: "Go on and have a seat. Your food will be ready in a minute."

Geoffrey nods and Noah starts making the next batch of eggs in the frying pan. Geoffrey walks over and sits at the dining room table.

GEOFFREY: "So you must be Claire."

CLAIRE: "Yeah, I am. And you are?"

GEOFFREY: "Geoffrey Hart. I'm with the N.Y.P.D. Your father here and Angela Petrelli have filled me in on some weird things that have been happening here. We've been looking for a particular inmate who escaped from prison a while back, prisoner eight-zero-one-zero."

CLAIRE: "Who's that?"

GEOFFREY: "Nobody you'd want to meet. Trust me."

Noah looks at the frying pan, concerned. Claire glances at Noah and he notices. He quickly forces a smile and nods at her.

NOAH: "Go on and eat up, sweetie... We have a busy day ahead of us."

Claire gives him a puzzled look. She glances back at Geoffrey.

GEOFFREY: "We need to talk."


KNOX WAREHOUSE - SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS - 9:00 A.M.

Sandra is seated at her desk, and Darius and Ricky are seated on chairs in front of her desk.

SANDRA: "We gave you two a simple mission. It was simple enough for even you two to accomplish. What went wrong?"

DARIUS: "There was nothing left. We went to the compound like you said. There was no one there."

SANDRA: "There had to be. Our advisor told us that Sector Nine was still operational."

RICKY: "Not anymore. Whatever was left in there, believe me, they took it all. Computer files, records, security camera footage. Everything was emptied out."

SANDRA: "Did you find anything there? Was anyone left there?"

DARIUS: "No. There was nothing left. And believe me, I checked that place from top to bottom."

Sandra leans back in her chair, upset.

SANDRA: "That's quite disappointing. So you came back with nothing to show for it."

RICKY: "What's so important about these nine guinea pigs in Sector Nine, anyway?"

SANDRA: "That's need to know information, Mr. Choi, and that's information neither of you need to know. I'm pulling you two off of the Sector Nine case and you're being reassigned to handle a simple pick-up mission. Think you can handle that?"

DARIUS: "A pick-up mission? We're not chauffeurs!"

SANDRA: "This isn't a request. This is an order, straight from the Boss himself. He wants you two personally to cover the assignment. Think you can handle that?"

Ricky and Darius look at one another, and then at Sandra.

DARIUS: "Just tell us who it is."


THE COMPANY - NEW YORK - 9:05 A.M.

Matt stands in front of a desk and he eyes a redheaded RECEPTIONIST. She hands Matt an envelope.

MATT: "Is this everything?"

RECEPTIONIST: "Yes, sir. Everything you'll need during your stay here at the Company. You'll need to report to room 26 on the second floor."

MATT: "All right."


A few moments later, Matt walks down the hallway and to a water cooler. He grabs a paper cup, holds it to the cooler's nozzle, and pushes the button to make the water pour into the cup. Audrey Hanson walks up alongside Matt. She notices the envelope held under his arm.

HANSON: "Penny for your thoughts, Parkman."

Matt turns and looks at Hanson.

MATT: "Audrey. I..."

He eyes her a moment, puzzled.

MATT: "Wait a minute. How did you...?"

HANSON: "A little trick I picked up from Bennet."

She points at Matt.

HANSON: "He's been teaching me how to keep you..."

After saying "you", she points at her head.

HANSON (CONT'D): "... out of here."

MATT: "How did he learn how to do that?"

HANSON: "It's kind of a don't ask, don't tell kind of thing. I don't ask him because he won't tell."

MATT: "What are you doing here, anyway?"

HANSON: "They didn't tell you?"

Matt shakes his head.

HANSON: "Bennet's working with Officer Hart now. Benson and I have been given a new partner."

Matt shakes his head.

MATT: "I'm not looking to stay here full-time. For me, this is a part-time stay here, and then I go back to my family."

HANSON: "Well, until you're out of here, you're with me. Besides, I've been trying to figure out some things about you ever since I got that e-mail and I want some answers."

MATT: "E-mail? What e-mail?"

HANSON: "Several days ago, I got an e-mail from that masked man. He hacked into my computer and sent me an e-mail about you. He said you needed my help."

MATT: "I don't get it."

BENSON: "Neither do we."

Matt turns around and notices Benson walking to them from behind. He's holding a suitcase in each hand.

HANSON: "What's with the luggage, Ben?"

BENSON: "We've been assigned to catch a flight. We're headed back to Austin, Texas."

Hanson and Matt exchange puzzled looks.


BIXBY HOME - AUSTIN, TEXAS

David is asleep on his bed, tucked in under a few blankets. Mrs. Bixby sits by her son's bed, looking concerned. She shakes her son's shoulder, but David doesn't awaken.

MRS. BIXBY: "David?"

Mrs. Bixby shakes David's shoulder with her hand and he groggily opens his eyes.

DAVID: (groggily) "Mom?"

MRS. BIXBY: "How do you feel, dear?"

David eyes his mother a moment. He GROANS.

DAVID: "Okay...I guess. What time is it?"

Mrs. Bixby eyes the clock. It's 11:50 a.m.

MRS. BIXBY: "I'd say it's time to get up."

David groggily gets up. He looks surprised by the time.

DAVID: "Is it really almost noon?"

MRS. BIXBY: "You've been asleep for almost twelve hours straight now. We were so worried about you."

DAVID: "We?"

MRS. BIXBY: "You collapsed yesterday. E.S. helped get you inside. Kristen and Sarah tried to visit, but there was a traffic accident and the roads leading to and from our neighborhood were blocked off."

David shakes his head.

DAVID: "I don't remember any of that. I remember feeling sick, but..."

David looks at himself, stunned.

DAVID: "Wait a minute... I feel fine. My headache's gone."

MRS. BIXBY: "You scared us half to death last night. You had a hundred and four degree fever and we tried twice to get you out to the hospital."

Mrs. Bixby holds her son's hand, looking nervous.

MRS. BIXBY: "We were so worried you might..."

David gently squeezes her hands and gives her a concerned look.

DAVID: "Mom... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you guys." (pauses) "Is E. still here?"

MRS. BIXBY: "He's at home. He wants to know if he could come by later. I didn't know if you were feeling up to having visitors."

DAVID: "Yeah, that's fine. I feel okay, really."

Mrs. Bixby eyes her son for a moment. She nods and then kisses David on his forehead.

MRS. BIXBY: "Go on and get ready for the day. I'll go downstairs and make you some food, okay?"

DAVID: "Okay. Thanks, Mom."

Mrs. Bixby gets up, walks to the door and walks out of the room. David watches his mother leave and then he heaves a SIGH.


THE COMPANY - NEW YORK CITY - 1 P.M.

The door to Micah's room swings open and Monica steps in, wearing a tank top, pants and sneakers. Micah sits at his desk, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He looks up from his computer and smiles at Monica.

MICAH: "Hey."

MONICA: "Hey there. Miss me?"

MICAH: "How's the training been going?"

MONICA: "I've been learning a few new tricks the past few hours. These guys really want me to be ready for whoever we're up against this time. Any new updates on your part?"

Micah shakes his head.

MICAH: "Nothing. I've been coming up empty. I've been trying to find out anything else about this superhero message board member, about the new 9th Wonders spoilers. I haven't found anything yet."

MONICA: "Well, don't worry about it too much. You'll find something soon enough. I just know it."

Micah looks back at the screen. There is a double knock on the door. Micah and Monica turn around and see that no one is at the door. Instead, a large, sealed envelope is taped to the door. Monica walks over and picks up the envelope from the door.

MICAH: "What is it?"

MONICA: "It's for you."

Monica walks over and hands Micah the envelope. He takes it from her and looks at the front of it. MICAH is typed on the front of the envelope in big, bold letters. Micah opens the envelope and takes out the nine pages stuffed inside of it. Micah looks at the front page and looks stunned.

MICAH: "We need to see Mrs. Petrelli. I think we've got something."


THE COMPANY - 1:10 P.M.

Micah and Monica sit on chairs before Angela Petrelli's desk. Micah hands the envelope over to her.

MICAH: "Here. This is what I was telling you about."

ANGELA: "How did you get this?"

MICAH: "There was a knock on the door. When Monica and I looked to see who was there, all we saw was this envelope taped to the door. I think he left it there for me."

ANGELA: "The masked man?"

Micah nods. Angela looks at the envelope and she YAWNS.

MONICA: "You look exhausted. You need to sleep."

ANGELA: "I would if I could. For now, let me take a look as to what you received."

Angela opens the envelope and pulls out the papers inside of it. Angela looks at the first page a moment. She pauses. Angela flips over to the next page and looks at what is on it. Angela looks up at Monica and Micah, stunned.

ANGELA: "When did you get this?"

MONICA: "Just a few minutes ago, like we said."

Angela looks back at the first page. She smirks.

ANGELA: "It looks like our masked friend has given us some valuable information."


BIXBY HOME - AUSTIN, TEXAS - 5:30 P.M.

David sits on the living room couch, watching the mid-60s, silver-haired news reporter - CHARLIE DUNNE - on the screen.

DUNNE: "The woman was confirmed dead at the crime scene, but during the drive to the hospital, it was later confirmed that Miss Jones's life was saved by paramedic Lucy Mason. Miss Jones has been put under police protection and her location has been kept a guarded secret. This latest rescue has earned the paramedic the nickname 'Lucky Lucy' and she will be stationed at the hospital as a nurse until..."

The rest of the report becomes inaudible as there is a sudden double knock on the front door. David turns around and notices the front door. Mrs. Bixby peeks her head out from the next room.

MRS. BIXBY: "David, that should be the pizza man. Could you get the door for me, please? I've got work to finish in the kitchen."

DAVID: "Yeah, sure."

David walks to the front door and opens it. He notices E.S. is standing outside, holding five large Pizza Hut pizza boxes in his hands. Kristen, Sarah, Charles, and a few other people we haven't met yet are gathered behind him.

FRIENDS: "Surprise!!"

E.S.: "Happy birthday, buddy."

DAVID: "Oh, you guys! Come on in!"

David moves aside and his friends step inside. He notices an early 60s couple with gray hair walk inside - his UNCLE JEROME and AUNT MICHELLE.

DAVID: "Uncle Jerome? Aunt Michelle? You guys made it, too?"

AUNT MICHELLE: "Of course. You didn't really think we'd pass on the chance to attend your birthday party, did you?"

David smiles as KEN ADDAMS - 27, with blond hair and an athletically fit physique - steps inside, carrying two gift-wrapped boxes in his hands.

DAVID: "Hey, Ken. Thanks for coming by."

KEN: (smirks) "Yeah, well, it was hell trying to make it over here. Had to make it all the way from my front lawn next door to get here."

Kristen walks into the dining room and sets down the gifts on the table. She looks at David in concern and he looks at WILLIAM "BILL" MORRIS - 28 years old with wavy blonde hair and lean muscled - as he steps inside. Bill is carrying two wrapped gifts in his hands.

DAVID: "Good to see you, Bill. Thanks for coming over."

BILL: "It's no problem."

David nods and looks at the last woman to walk in. MEGAN KYSON - 23, Japanese and with short dark hair - steps inside, carrying two bags of gifts in her hands.

DAVID: "Thanks for making it over, Megan."

MEGAN: "It's no problem. I'm glad I could come by."

E.S. smiles and wraps his arm around Megan's shoulder.

E.S.: "Yeah, this is Megan's first day off from work in three weeks. And I intend to make sure every second of it is fun for my little lady."

Charles rolls his eyes and walks off.

CHARLES: "Spare me. I think I'm gonna be sick."

Charles turns around and looks at David.

CHARLES: "Speaking of which, you seem much better than yesterday. Wonder what kind of virus or whatever bug it was you had."

DAVID: "I don't care. I'm fine now and that's all that matters."

David turns around and is met with a hug from Kristen. David is a bit startled, but he smiles and CHUCKLES. He ends the hug and looks at Kristen, noticing her worried look.

DAVID: "I'm all right now, really. Don't worry about me."

KRISTEN: "I really did try to get over to see you last night. I was in the car with Sarah, we were on our way over..."

DAVID: (interrupts) "I know, I know. It's okay. Really."

Kristen forces a smile and she nods.

KRISTEN: "Come on in the dining room. I'll get us some plates for the pizza."


CHICAGO, ILLINOIS - 5:50 P.M.

LUCY MASON - 35 years old, African-American, with shoulder-length black hair and a lean physique - stands to the left of a medical bed. BARBARA JONES - 29 years old, with chin-length red hair, hazel eyes and a lean physique - lies on the bed, wearing a gown and tucked in with a blanket. She has bandages around her forehead and her left wrist. Two policemen keep watch from across the room, standing guard. Barbara looks at Lucy, as she watches her heartbeat on the monitor.

LUCY: "I see you're doing better than earlier."

BARBARA: "Thanks to you. I still don't know how you did it."

LUCY: "Did what?"

BARBARA: "How you saved my life. I mean... they shot me. They shot me twice in the back, and then the head... I think they got me in the back of the head."

LUCY: "I don't know what to tell you. Looks like you just got lucky."

Barbara gives Lucy a grim look.

BARBARA: "They're not going to stop until they kill me."

LUCY: "Don't talk like that."

BARBARA: "Look, I'm grateful that you saved my life. I really am. But these guys... They're killers. You could be killed because of me. They'll find me."

LUCY: "I doubt that very much. Nobody knows what hospital you're staying in, and nobody is going to come and hurt you. You've got two full police units watching over this place. Trust me. You're going to be just fine."

Lucy's beeper goes off and she looks down. Barbara gives her a puzzled look.

BARBARA: "What is it?"

LUCY: "It's a new patient."


NEW YORK - NIGHT - FIVE YEARS IN THE FUTURE

Inside an enormous basement, Future Peter appears with Hiro and Ando. The paintings are hung on the walls in the same format they were in the previous warehouse.

ANDO: "Where are we?"

FUTURE MICAH walks into the room from behind and joins them. He's now taller, has a lean physique and a goatee.

FUTURE MICAH: "This is our fall-back spot. We built this basement under the remains of Isaac Mendez's loft. We thought it was an appropriate place to regroup."

FUTURE PETER: "Glad you made it, Micah."

ANDO: "Micah? Niki's little boy?"

FUTURE MICAH: "Yeah. I was one of the lucky ones who survived."

HIRO: "Who's left?"

FUTURE PETER: "Not many. Most of our friends were killed. Parkman, Bennet, Mohinder."

Future Peter closes his eyes and lowers his head.

FUTURE PETER: "Even Claire."

HIRO: "But I thought Claire couldn't be killed."

ANDO: "Yeah. She can heal from anything... Right?"

Future Peter looks back at the painting.

FUTURE PETER: "Here, let me explain. These are the two henchmen you really need to look out for." (points at Carlton) "This man is Carlton Caine. He was known as prisoner eight-zero-one zero. He's got four katana blades, one that comes out from the front and back of each wrist. His blades can cut through anything, even diamonds."

ANDO: "Really?"

Future Micah points grimly at the scar on Peter's face.

FUTURE MICAH: "See for yourself."

Hiro grimaces.

FUTURE PETER: "I managed to lean back far enough for the blade not to cut through my skull, but I still ended up with this. I managed to heal from the cut, but it still left a scar. There's something about his blades that cancels out cellular regeneration for people with abilities. That's how Claire died."

ANDO: "Carlton killed her?"

Future Peter nods. Future Peter glances back at the painting.

FUTURE PETER: "This man here... That's Xander Andrews. He's nowhere near as bad as Carlton, but he's far more powerful."

HIRO: "What does he do?"

Future Peter looks away grimly. He looks sad, almost ashamed. There is a sudden beeping noise from across the room. The four men turn and look at the small computer area of the room. Future Micah walks over to the main computer. Micah switches it on and looks at the screen.

FUTURE PETER: "What is it, Micah?"

FUTURE MICAH: "They're on their way here. They know about the hideout under the loft."

FUTURE PETER: "How could they have known?"

FUTURE MICAH: "I don't know. We don't have a lot of time."

FUTURE PETER: "Well, now that we know who these guys are, now you need to know where and when. When you go back, you will only have five weeks to get ready. That's when we lost New York. These agents that work for the Organization... they make their move in Central Park."

ANDO: "Wait. You said we died when you lost New York. How did it happen? How did we die?"

Future Peter suddenly stops. He looks at the hallway. Future Peter's eyes are red and the floor beneath his feet once again has neon grid lines that spreads throughout the chamber.

FUTURE PETER: "They're inside the loft. They're headed this way."

HIRO: "How do you know that?"

FUTURE PETER: "I got to mimic this ability from a woman we knew from San Antonio. She becomes a friend of ours before the attack. Micah, fill them in."

FUTURE MICAH: "What about you?"

FUTURE PETER: "I need to buy you some time. If they want a fight, they've got one."

Future Peter waves his right hand and the doors slide open. Future Peter walks out of the room and into the hallway. He waves his left hand and the doors slide shut behind him. The doors lock from the inside behind Peter and Micah looks at Hiro and Ando.


In the hallway, Future Peter takes a few steps forward. A small army of Agents in black leather uniforms and lightweight body armor, at least thirty in all, are charging down the hallway. The Agents are heavily armed with pistols, mini-guns, shotguns, etc. Future Peter stops walking and stands in the hall. The Agents all stand in front of Future Peter, their weapons aimed at him.

FUTURE AGENT #1: "Don't make a move, Petrelli!"

FUTURE PETER: "You get one warning. Drop your weapons, turn around, and leave now."

FUTURE AGENT #2: "Put your hands behind your head! Do it!"

FUTURE PETER: "I don't think so."

Future Peter raises his hands. Every weapon that the Agents have aimed at Peter, are suddenly pulled out of their hands by telekinesis and so are the weapons kept in their holsters. The Agents' weapons are telekinetically sent flying through the air and to Future Peter's direction. The weapons suddenly pass through Future Peter's body and crash-land on the ground behind him.

FUTURE CARLTON: "Step aside!! NOW!!"

The Agents all move to opposite sides, as Future Carlton approaches. Future Jerry is with him.

FUTURE JERRY: "We've got him."

FUTURE CARLTON: "You never learn, do you, Pete?"

FUTURE PETER: "I should've killed you before. After what you did to my friends, my family...to Caitlin... This ends now."

FUTURE JERRY: "Indeed it does." (smirks) "Guess who's gonna win?"

Future Carlton steps forward. The skin on the front and back of Carlton's wrists slit open bloodlessly and his katana blades emerge out, each nine feet long.

FUTURE CARLTON: "You should've stayed away, Peter."

Future Peter holds up his hands and they sparkle in the light as the skin of his hands change into a light-blue coating of ice.

FUTURE PETER: "I warned you."

Future Carlton and Future Jerry charge at Future Peter. Peter's eyes glow red with power and he charges back at them.


Inside the next room, Future Micah looks on as Hiro and Ando eye the paintings on the wall.

ANDO: "There are so many paintings here."

There is a sudden flash of blue light that shines through the bottom of the locked door. FUTURE CARLTON SCREAMS from in the hallway and then a bright red flash of light follows. FUTURE JERRY SCREAMS in anger and there is another flash of blue light.

HIRO: "What is going on out there?"

FUTURE PETER SCREAMS with pain and then a flash of red light shines from behind the doorway. There is a crackle of electricity and Hiro and Ando exchange stunned looks.

FUTURE MICAH: "Listen, Peter wanted me to give you the whole story, but there's not much time left. You guys are going back any second. I think this should be more useful to you."

Future Micah pulls an envelope out of his bag and hands it to Ando.

FUTURE MICAH: "Quick! Take it!"

Ando takes the envelope and then Micah reaches back into his bag. He pulls out an envelope and hands it to Hiro.

FUTURE MICAH: "This is everything you need to know. These are the locations of our new allies. Their full names, their addresses, their phone numbers. You'll need to save them. All of them. I've even taken photographs of the paintings Peter wanted me to show you. Even the ones he didn't want you to see."

ANDO: "What do you mean?"

FUTURE MICAH: "Peter's been through such a rough time. He's gotten colder, sadder over time. He lost his mother, his girlfriend Caitlin, his..."

Micah suddenly stops. He stiffens and grimaces, as if suddenly stung. He doesn't notice a burst of electric light through the doorway from within the hallway.

HIRO: "What is it?"

Future Micah feels the back of his head with his hand and then he looks at it. There's blood on his hand.

FUTURE MICAH: "It couldn't be..."

Future Micah collapses and falls into Hiro's arms. Ando gives a startled GASP as he notices the bloody wound on the back of his head.

HIRO: "What happened?"

FUTURE MICAH: "The chip...it traced me..."

ANDO: "Chip?"

FUTURE MICAH: "I can't believe he betrayed us."

HIRO: "Who? Who did this?"

Future Micah doesn't answer. His body goes limp and he dies in Hiro's arms. Hiro eyes Micah sadly and then he looks at Ando. From within the hall, FUTURE CARLTON GIVES AN ANGRY CRY. There is a flash of blue light from the hall and all is suddenly quiet. There is a faint crackling noise, and then there is a CRASH. Chips of ice fall through the bottom of the doorway, showing frozen chunks of what was once Carlton's now-broken-off fingers. Hiro grimaces.

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "Gross..."

Hiro crouches down and lies Future Micah's lifeless body on the ground. He stands up and looks at Ando.

ANDO: (subtitled from Japanese) "We need to get out of here, now."

HIRO: (subtitled from Japanese) "But we can't leave yet. Peter Petrelli is still out there."

There is another burst of red light from within the hall and FUTURE CARLTON YELLS ANGRILY. Sounds of punches and a loud CRUNCH echo from the hallway. The masked man suddenly appears and stands behind Hiro and Ando.

MASKED MAN: "It's time to go now."

He suddenly grabs Hiro and Ando by their arms.

HIRO: "Wait..."

Too late. The three men vanish, teleported away.


BENSON LABORATORY - NEW YORK, 7:10 P.M.

In the sub-level, Mohinder is seated at his desk and is eyeing the data on his computer. Two policemen keep watch at either side of the room, as D.W. sits on a desk next to his and types on her computer. A file pops up on the screen.

D.W.: "I've got the new files, but nothing on any of the names you gave me are on here."

MOHINDER: "Keep looking, Mrs. Williams. We've got to do everything we can to find these people."

D.W.: "What's so important about these list of names of yours, anyway?"

Mohinder opens his mouth to answer, but is cut off when he hears the headset on his desk beeping.

MOHINDER: "Excuse me for a moment, please."

Mohinder puts on his headset and pushes the side button to switch it on.

MOHINDER: "This is Mohinder."

NOAH (on headset): "I've been trying to reach you."

MOHINDER: "What is it, Bennet?"


Elsewhere, Noah, Claire and Geoffrey are walking down a parking lot to a large movie theater. Noah has his headset on.

NOAH: "I'm heading north with Officer Hart. We've got a lead on one of the names that Angela Petrelli sent to us."

MOHINDER (on headset): "Where's Claire? Is she at the Company?"

NOAH: "Actually, she's with us. If our lead is right, we're going to need her to help us out with this particular target."

MOHINDER (on headset): "What do you mean?"

NOAH: "The name we got, Devon Daniels... he's a high school senior."


Mohinder looks at the screen and shakes his head.

MOHINDER: "I'd heard there were a couple of teenagers that had been discovered. Where are you now?"

NOAH (on headset): "Downtown, headed right for the theater where he works. We're trying to approach him as easy as we can."

A new file pops up on Mohinder's computer screen. He stares at the computer screen for a moment and his eyes go wide.

NOAH (on headset): "Mohinder, are you there?"

MOHINDER: "They're inside the laboratory."

NOAH (on headset): "What? Who's there?"

Before Mohinder can answer, D.W. is shot in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. The policemen and Mohinder turn around and spot thirty Agents, each armed with tranquilizer weapons. D.W. passes out, as the two policemen are shot with tranquilizer darts. Mohinder tries to move, and is promptly shot on the back from behind. He turns around and sees the tranquilizer gun held in the transparent hand of the invisible man.

MOHINDER: "Invisible..."

Mohinder groggily falls down and collapses to the floor, unconscious.

INVISIBLE MAN: "Aw, and he spoiled the surprise, too."

NOAH (on headset): "Mohinder? MOHINDER?!?"

The Invisible Man crouches down and turns off the headset. He stands up and the Agents move in to apprehend the four unconscious people.

INVISIBLE MAN: "Well, these guys were as easy to tranquilize as those security guards we took down around this joint. Get them into the van and get these files downloaded. We need those names."


DESERT - BOTSWANA - 7:15 P.M.

Peter and Caitlin walk out of Usutu's tent, soaked with sweat. Curtis and Usutu follow them out. Usutu smiles at them.

CURTIS: "You've both done well this past week. You've gotten the fighting skills necessary for what lies ahead."

PETER: "What about the others? You still haven't told us what happened to my friends. Claire, Parkman, Hiro... they're all missing."

USUTU: "We're getting ready for their arrival now, Peter. You and Caitlin were the first ones we trained. Now, it will be their time to train."

CAITLIN: "What do y' mean?"

The Masked Man appears and stands behind Peter and Caitlin.

USUTU: "They're all yours, my friend."

MASKED MAN: "Thank you for your help."

Peter and Caitlin turn around and see the masked man.

PETER: "What are you..."

The masked man sets his hand on Peter's shoulder.

MASKED MAN: "It's time to go back."

The masked man vanishes with Peter and Caitlin, teleporting away like Hiro. Usutu and Curtis turn and walk back into the tent.

CURTIS: "When will they be here?"

USUTU: "Our new friend said our new guests be arriving tomorrow. We must be ready to train them."

CURTIS: "But where will we find them?"

Usutu stands before a painting he had recently finished and he smiles.

USUTU: "Here."

The painting shows Matt lying unconscious on the sand, with a gash on his forehead, and Usutu is approaching him. The drawing is the same location when Matt first arrived in the desert.


THE COMPANY - 7:15 P.M.

Angela sits at her desk and holds her cell phone to her ear.

ANGELA: "I've got the new papers already. They were given to Micah Sanders earlier today, thanks to our masked friend."

Angela pauses for a moment, listening.

ANGELA: "Just get the job done. You know what's at stake here."

Angela pauses for another moment. She looks weak, groggy.

ANGELA: "I don't care what it takes. Just get it..."

Angela rubs her eyes. She shakes her head.

ANGELA: "Just get it done. And don't... don't call me back... until it's done."

Angela hangs up her phone. She YAWNS and sets her phone down on her desk. Angela sets her head down on her desk, closes her eyes, and suddenly falls asleep.

In front of her desk, the masked man teleports into the room with Peter and Caitlin.

CAITLIN: "We're back in the Company."

Peter turns and notices his mother.

PETER: "Mom?"

Peter walks over to Angela's desk, and he stands at her side. Peter shakes his mother's shoulder, but she doesn't awaken.

MASKED MAN: "She's sleeping, Peter. She hasn't slept in some time. I've been trying to get her to sleep, but I've been trying not to get her to dream. I didn't want to spoil her surprise."

Peter looks at the masked man as he walks over and stands in front of him.

PETER: "What are you doing?"

MASKED MAN: "What must be done."

The masked man gently holds Peter's hand.

MASKED MAN: "Goodbye for now."

The masked man lowers his head and Peter suddenly stiffens, as if hit by an electric shock. Peter's eyes roll back in his head and the masked man teleports away as Peter collapses to the ground.

CAITLIN: "Peter!!"

Caitlin runs over and crouches at Peter's side. She slaps his face gently to get him to wake up. Peter remains unconscious.

CAITLIN: "Peter, wake up. Please. Peter."

She shakes Peter's shoulder. He doesn't awaken.

CAITLIN: "Peter! Peter!!"

The lights suddenly go out. Everything goes black.