Getting blamed for Elle running into Sylar wasn't exactly how Claire had wanted to spend lunch, but it was a hell of a way to get her to stop feeling sorry for leaving her to fend for herself. She was still on the edge emotionally from the conversation as she was guided by a nurse into the game room.

Her eyes fell on the gaming system and she couldn't help the twist in her gut as she thought of how, if she were anywhere but this creepy institute, she could have anticipated seeing Lyle sitting in front of it, mindlessly zoning out on the screen. Claire, though, wouldn't even know where to begin button mashing, so with one last mournful gaze, she took a seat at one of the tables and began to dig around the offered board games.

That would be easier. Less to focus on, less to think about how much she even missed her lame little brother at this point. At least he was something normal.

[ for Natalia ]