Author's Note: for all of you that didn't read 'Snapshots from Elsewhere' like I advised, shame on you. Now, you should go back and read it, because it introduces the newest characters in Elsewhere.

(Two Weeks Later)

(The Travelers: Carter Daniels, Hank Delpine, Linda Frey, & Kelly Raegan- Wadsworth, Ohio)

"Is it fixed yet?"

"No."

"Is it fixed yet?"

"No!"

"Is it fixed yet?"

"NO!"

"Is it fixed yet?"

"NO!"

"…no need to get snippy about it."

Hank held his head in his hands. "Not that these last 2 weeks haven't been fun, but if you don't shut up, I'll get Carter to whammy you!"

Kelly stuck out her tongue. "He'd whammy you before me."

"Would not."

"I'm his best friend, you're the guy that beats him up."

"Use to beat him up." Hank snapped. "Things change when you share a hotel room with a guy for 14 days."

"Doesn't change the fact that I was with him during all the hard times…"

Carter looked over at Doctor Frey from his perch on the old truck. The impromptu road trip to New York had gone well…for about 6 hours. Stopping in Wadsworth, Ohio for the night, they had awoken the next day to find the van would not start. Pushing it to a mechanic, the man had told them that he could get it fixed easily…problem was getting the parts he needed to come in. Delays, wrong items being delivered, arguments over the phone…all of this left the group stuck in the middle of Ohio with nothing to do until the van was back and running.

"Remind me why we brought them again?" Carter asked.

Dr. Frey shook her head. "Play nice."

"Fine, mom." He said with a roll of his eyes. Carter paused, clenching his fist. "I need a mirror."

"You must have at least half a day left."

The young man shook his head. "Don't want to risk it…I wait too long, I get the shakes."

"How do we know this blasting yourself isn't giving you cancer or something like it?"

Carter shrugged. "If it is, then at least I die…you know." Linda looked at him over her sunglasses. "Fine! I'll wait till sundown."

"Thank you."

(Madrid and Valencia Alverez- Hollywood, California)

'Ok Madrid…focus.' Taking in a deep breath, Madrid 'Maddy' Alverez held out her hand, reaching out for the pillow. 'Think one…think one…think one…think one…'

Her hand shook a little as her fingertips neared the soft, cotton, pink throw pillow.

Several days ago, Madrid had been a normal 26-year-old woman. If, by normal, one meant she was the daughter of 2 famous actors who had been killed a few weeks ago in a bus explosion in Israel, she herself an actress, and now legal guardian of her 3 year old baby sister.

But even that could be considered normal, compared to her life now.

For a few days ago, Madrid had been out shopping with her friends, avoiding the 'stalker-azzi', when IT happened.

It being that she had held a diamond bracelet in her hands, only to duplicate it…create a copy of it in her other hand.

Then a copy of her bag.

And the doorknob to their house.

Luckily, she hadn't managed to make copies of things like the carpet of her bed. Seems that she could only do small things…for now.

At the moment, she was practicing on her favorite pillow. Three copies were laying beside her, evidence of her failure to focus and not activate this strange gift.

A normal person would have been freaking out. A normal person would have questioned their sanity.

But in Hollywood?

'Think one…think one…'

Her fingers ghosted over the surface.

Nothing.

"I did it." Madrid whispered. She ran her hand over the pillow again. "I did it…"

"MADDY!" Valencia shouted.

POOM!

"MADDY…" Vally shouted, opening the door…only to burst into laughter. "Pill-Os!" She leapt into the room, giggling as she swam through the hundreds of pillows that now surrounded her sister.

Madrid sighed., watching her sister play happily. 'Back to the drawing board.'

(Lee Malion and Galatea- Boston, Massachusetts)

Galatea frowned, looking around the neighborhood. "Why are we here, master?"

Lee smiled, patting his pet's head. "We are here because I want to say hello to someone. Now remember, don't call me master…call me Lee…or love…or some other cute name."

"Ok Lee!" Galatea giggled.

Knocking on the door, Lee waited for a moment, listening carefully for any movement.

"God damn girl scouts better not be pushing any of those cheap ass cookies on me! I swear to God, if they are I'll…"

The old man opened the door, pausing as he came face to face with Lee, who was smiling brightly.

"Hello dad!" Lee said with a laugh. "May we come in?"

"I thought I told you not to come here ever again."

Lee shrugged. "A son can't say hello to his father?"

"No." Bernie Malion said, shutting the door in his face.

Raising an eyebrow, the artist turn to his pet. "Galatea, open the door."

"But lover, we did what you said we would…you said hello? Can't we go have sex now?"

The young man shook his head. "Oh, I want to do a lot more then that. Open the door."

"Okay!" Galatea said happily, grabbing the doorframe and ripping it free from the house. "This good."

"Very." Lee said, strolling into the house. "oh daddy!" He called out, marching into the living room, his father standing up to confront him. "That wasn't very polite. I didn't get to introduce you to my new girlfriend. Say hello to Galatea."

Bernie looked the blonde bombshell up and down. "What ya do, pay her to come here, just so you could brag to me?"

"Of course not!" Galatea said with a giggle. "Me and some-other-cute-name are together. We have sex!"

Lee looked rather deadpan. "She's hot, but not that bright."

"No wonder she's with you." Bernie replied. "Only someone as dumb as her would go out with a disgrace like you."

"Is he insulting you?" Galatea asked.

"Yes."

"Oh." The recently made woman bent down and grabbed the loveseat, holding it above her head with ease. "Should he be squished?"

Lee put his finger to his chin. "I don't know…what do you think, dad? Want to go squish?"

Bernie backed away, eyes wide with fright. "What…what is she…"

"I've recently discovered some things about myself, dad. Things you thought were impossible…well, I've seen them happen. Hell, I've done some of them!" He laughed, running a hand along Galatea's firm ass. "Thing is, what with our falling out, you haven't gotten to hear about any of this." He took a step closer, eyes narrowing. "So I was thinking a friendly, father-to-son chat was in order." He nodded towards Galatea. "What do you think about that?"

(Helena Daniels- Location Unknown)

"No…no sign of Carter. I've looked at security tapes from the University, he doesn't show up there at all. He's been a ghost for the last two weeks."

"Then we have to assume he's fled." Bennet said from his end of the phone. "Finding him is our number one priority. With Sylar captured, Carter Daniels is the only current A Class person left free. We can not have him running a muck."

"Understood." Helena said.

There was a pause. "Has anyone else disappeared?"

"Kelly Raegan is gone too, sir. So are Dr. Linda Frey and Hank Delpine."

"Delpine…the man that beat Carter up?"

"Yes."

"Then…we must assume…"

Helena sighed. "…that Carter eliminated him."

"You are positive that Hank and Carter would not work together?"

"Positive."

"And this Dr. Linda Frey?"

Helena ran her fingers through her hair. "I believe she was had a hand in his escaping our agents."

Bennet clicked his tongue. "You need to spread your net out farther. Look for any reports of your son, Miss Raegan or Dr. Frey. I'll have homebase look into it here."

"Thank you sir."

"Don't worry…they'll slip up, and then…we got them."

"Come on Dr. Frey…" Hank whined. "I just want to go to bed!"

Linda rolled her eyes. "Listen, you 2 might be able to run on a few M&Ms and some Mountain Dew, but Carter and me need to replenish ourselves!"

Carter nodded, grabbing a slice of pizza from the warming and sliding it on a plate. Taking a bite, he moaned in pleasure. "I have been dreaming about this all day." Linda grinned, snacking on a microwaved burrito.

"And I'm dreaming about going to bed." Kelly muttered. "The van is fixed, tomorrow we can finally get back on the road, so grab your food and lets get the hell out of here."

"There are some that say there are no accidents. That everything happens for a reason. That every person, no matter how small, has a purpose. Every choice, a new path. Each person, and new chance. And though we can not understand at the moment…"

"Fine." Dr. Frey, rolling her eyes. She pulled out a crumpled five and tossed it to the clerk. "Let's go…"

"NO BODY MOVE!"

All 4 of the travelers turned, jaws dropping as three men in facemasks and carrying guns stormed into the 7/11. "This is a robbery! I want all the money in the safe!"

"I can not open it…it is time sealed…" The clerk said.

The robbery leveled his gun at him. "Then I guess we wait till morning! You four, against the wall!"

"…everything has a reason"

-Mohinder Suresh

Kelly and Hank looked at Linda and Carter. Kelly dropped her head as she raised her hands.

"That better be the tastiest burrito…ever."