*** i dont really like this chapter so sorry :( its not good! ***

I opened my eyes, I was barely conscious. Rectangular strips of sum beaming through the open blinds forced me to squint as I tried looking around the room. Once I was able to see properly where I was, I realized that I was in Isaac Mendez’s loft. It had changed quite a bit; it was no longer a living space, it was now a science lab. But no matter how drastic the change I still knew where I was, this was the place where I fought Sylar. As memories of that dia came rushing back, my eyes flooded with tears. How had I been so stupid?...

Peter had taken Elle to his old flat in New York City. He knew that Hiro could have just teleported them there, but Peter had been so stuck in the moment he and Elle had been sharing that he forgot about everyone except for her. Hiro had probably gone início confused, wondering what was going on, but also happy to have been the hero and saved another life.
Peter also felt comforted having Elle in arms; he couldn't erase the imagens of her about to be murdered from his mind, and and feeling her warm and alive gave him relief. He felt so awfully guilty about even the prospect of her dying before...

(Sylar's POV)

As I was getting ready to murder the helpless Elle, in the blink of an eye she was gone. I was no longer pining her down, staring into her eyes that flooded with tears and a sense of disappointment, but alone on a deserted de praia, praia staring down at the cold sand. I quickly got to my feet letting the sand slide through my fingers. Enraged por the fact that she had escaped my tight grip, I tried to think of how this could be possible.
"Hiro" I growled with extreme fury and frustration. He must have saved her and brought her back with him to the future! He was the only one who knew where...

(Elle's perspective)

Not for the first time that day, I was terrified, overwhelmed, and expecting my death to come.
One moment atrás I had been lying on the beach, clueless, with true amor at my side. Now I was pinned down por my love, about to sacrifice myself for him, and all that we were. I was still not sure if that’s what I wanted, but I couldn’t fight back; because what if I won that fight and Gabriel was dead? I would rather amor killed me than be alive without love.
All I knew was that I was in amor with the serial killer about to saw of my skull, even if he didn’t amor me any...

As Peter suddenly awoke from a deep sleep he began to think about what he had been dreaming of. “Elle” he softly whispered. As he closed his eyes ready to drift back off to sleep he found himself unable to get her out of his head. He wondered why he hadn’t seen her in a while and where she might be. Feeling bad for having used her long atrás Peter decided that he would speak to her tomorrow and apologize for the way he had treated her.

The bright morning sun shined through the window as Peter slowly got out of bed. He was now determined to find Elle, but suddenly realized he had absolutely...