Lydia watched him for a long moment, then moved swiftly to the window and out. She hit the ground harder than she would have liked, with Sylar's added weight, but she only let it throw her a bit. Grateful for the night that had fallen, she moved through the shadows as swiftly as she could, following the directions John had given her.

When she found the house, she hesitated, uncertain if she really should be here, even though he'd offered. But they needed somewhere, and she needed to put Sylar down, so she fished the key out and fitted it to the lock, letting them in. She found a sofa to deposit Sylar on, fairly gently, and brushed fingers through his hair before she moved away from him, looking around the place in the dark, not bothering with lights for now. Those filtering in from the street were sufficient to see by for the moment.