Sylar always knew the important questions to ask. "The Tower- that huge building in the middle of the city. Not everyone starts there?" he asked. "I've only been here a few days. Didn't think I'd see anyone from home."

He stared at the ground, before reluctantly admitting, "I missed you. Having you around." It was a bit embarrassing, but it was true. They'd stuck together constantly since the carnival in New York, and Peter had come to rely on Sylar's help. "How long have you been here?"