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[ Sylar is just beginning to piece his life back together again, learn about his own abilities again. So even though there's been a murder today that he doesn't want attributed to him, he doesn't know enough about his life - prior to losing his memory, prior to spending several months being someone else - to not choose today to make his debut on the network.

His voice is a little uncertain still, his memories are all for the most part accumulated from objects, and they feel like they belong to someone else. In many ways he's still not sure who he is. But it's been two weeks. Long enough. And perhaps seeing some familiar faces will help. Or at least that was the idea, naive as it is. ]

I'm sorry to keep you all waiting. I'm back.

[ And that's it. ]

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Private to Peter

[ His expression is much warmer in the video to Peter. There's even the edge of an uncharacteristic smile, although there's uncertainty too. ]

I want waffles, but I can't find where you keep the iron. Peter-- [ Just the briefest pause. ] --What is it that you do all day, when you're not here?

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I think the iron's somewhere near the stove? [ That was definitely a question and Peter is definitely not looking at the camera. Not right now. ] And I just... keep busy, don't worry about it.

You don't know your way around this kitchen at all, do you?

[ Sylar leaves the NV on the counter for a moment as he searches around the stove, and after a moment he finds it, placing it beside the device. Nathan had used it and put it back in the wrong place--it makes sense now. ]

I hoped that if you could tell me how you keep busy, I might get some idea of how to keep myself busy, too. There's nothing here but cats.

I've never really needed to use it. [ Peter's not looking at his own NV, though he's momentarily paused in his 'rounds', staring off down an alley. And yet, after a few seconds, he manages to look down again, eyes cast with forced disinterest. ]

What do you want to do? Kind of thought you'd had enough of looking around the city.

[ It's strange looking at Peter. He knows that he ought to know him very well - he's tripped over enough contained memories here to be very aware of that - but it's still like looking at a stranger. With time it could get easier, but what he wants? Is to get his mind back. He's not sure a video conversation is a great place to air that particular preoccupation. ]

More than enough. But there must be something? A job or a hobby? I'm not sure.

You can't think of anything?

You kept busy. [ Peter shrugs, not really sure how to be anything but vague because his mind keeps telling him that Sylar should remember who he is all on his own. And as badly as Peter keeps trying to be helpful, all he does is feel more lost every time he tries to fix it.

And so he carries on, a second later teleporting to the rooftop of a building, quietly pulling out his handheld police scanner. ]

Talked to people, went out for coffee. You slept in late after I left.

[ It's unhelpful, and half of him is frustrated enough at the chasm of not knowing to just ask Peter to tell him everything, but even if he did, he's not sure Peter can, or that it would actually help to fix his mind. It'd just be more things he didn't remember doing, a person he didn't remember being, and it was almost as unbearable.

He watches quietly. ]

It's difficult to imagine anyone wanting to go out for coffee with me.

[ Peter shrugs -- a helpless motion more than anything because he knows that's true. But he also knows everything that Gabriel doesn't, and he knows far too much for both of them to handle. Which is why he's saying barely anything at all. ]

I did. [ Leaning up against the roof's edge, he sets the scanner down, clicking it on and quickly swirling the volume dial to low. ]

You were convincing. You've always been.