"Yeah, actually," Peter responded, glancing away and up toward the ceiling as he did his best to relive the experience. It all still felt like more of a dream than anything (and Peter had dealt with his fair share of beyond-vivid dreams), but the people he had come across who had seen him that night made it certain that it was real.

"I remember nurses and orderlies coming to get me from my room that night. I'm pretty sure they sedated me, and then the next clear thing I remember is being out on the field." There were vague feelings and images that he could bring up in regards to the lost time in between, but none of it could really be quantified. "And yeah, I guess I was in control... I mean, I kind of felt like I was being pushed to do those things, but something else ended up distracting me."

Apparently that was rare, or at least Roland had never heard of it happening before. Peter figured Sylar just had that effect on people. His duty to stop his rival trumped any imposed orders, and part of him was proud to know that.