Sylar put his arms back down in an exaggerated shrug. "And I might get sent back 'home', where your useful little laptop is, and where you won't be," he replied. His grin was gone, and his eyes were sharp and challenging. Would this caring young son actually go through with something as dark as murder? Sylar doubted it.

"No one knows how any of this works. And even if we had some sort of proof, it could all be a lie- because the machines in our systems are making us hallucinate. Right? Maybe they've just convinced me I'm Sylar, and I've never done any of those things. We don't know." He looked to the side, realizing that got a bit off track. "So while you're freezing your ass off here, I could be well on my way to- what was his name? Dale? That's who we were headed to first, right?"