[ Really, all that Sylar had meant was that he wanted to look more around the apartment, find out something else about Peter, but what he got instead was a trip across time and reality, and they were suddenly standing in the dark beside a glittering pool, the night sky equally vibrant far above them - unusually so, Sylar thought. Everything was black, but blood red at once, as though the stacked up platform in the center of the Plaza were the beating heart of everything. ]
This is where it happened.
[ But what it was Sylar didn't know, and Peter had stepped out of reach. He looked after him, baffled and bright eyed with concern, then looked around again. ]
I can feel it. There's so much energy. I feel...
[ He paused, looking down at the unspectacular asphalt as though in confusion. ]
action
This is where it happened.
[ But what it was Sylar didn't know, and Peter had stepped out of reach. He looked after him, baffled and bright eyed with concern, then looked around again. ]
I can feel it. There's so much energy. I feel...
[ He paused, looking down at the unspectacular asphalt as though in confusion. ]
I feel like someone died here.