Oh, no no no. A room full of brokenness was exactly the room Sylar didn't want to be in- so of course they were locked in. When Mohinder called for Zane, he rushed toward the door to add his weight to it. "It doesn't even lock," he complained. But no, it was shut tight, and their efforts were for nothing.

Eventually Sylar turned around with his back to the door and slid down it into a miserable puddle on the floor. It felt like it was even colder down here.