In all honesty, he'd been expecting her to go out the window and wait with Sylar down in the alley, maybe see if she couldn't rouse him into consciousness and find him something to eat to flush out the poison he'd fed him. He supposed that her idea made just as much sense, though, and even if he hadn't, he was too tired to argue, so he simply shrugged, repeating the directions Lydia have given him over and over again in an effort to memorize them on the fly.

"Okay." He reached up to comb his fingers through his hair, then haltingly, as if he half-expected to go to the house and find it empty, he asked, "I guess I'll see you there in a little while?"