For a second, Sylar froze. Something flashed over his face, something that felt like last night, whenever the doctor had injected something new into him, had flipped a switch and sent electricity down his spine and skin like a lightning rod. Had forced him, changed him. Had shown him Sylar, and Gabriel, and so many others. Had showed him a man who was no one at all.

And then it was gone. He tilted his head, considering, like nothing had happened. He smiled.

"You'd be surprised how many people would run to rescue little ol' me. Literally."

Slowly relaxing, Sylar slid into a seat just two down from Claire's, draping his arms over the backs of the neighboring seats as he slouched. He wanted to make sure she knew how little this bothered him. He wanted to show her how his power, right now, over her, was just as potent as it'd ever been. He was weak here, yes, but that also meant Claire herself had been made much more... vulnerable. She'd kept hiding from him for so long, only popping up here and there on his radar, but she was still in his web, and he'd catch her. One day. When her spirit got broke and the fun ran out, and Peter Petrelli was watching. He'd catch her, any way he could.

On the grainy projection, the monster snatched up the girl and pounded his chest. Sylar smirked, then glanced at Claire.

"Haven't seen your daddy around. Discharged for... good behavior?"