"I didn't want to...after everything, I didn't really want to hope," she said softly, wrapping her arms around herself briefly, and then straightened, taking a deep breath.

"I told Peter to meet me back at the alley after he made sure Samuel drank the tea." She wouldn't call him Sylar, wouldn't combine them in her head, not anymore. She needed to make that difference for herself, to remind herself of why she was holding on.