Claire sat on her bed looking out of the window...Thinking how many more 'heroes' there were out there.She layed down and looked up at the ceiling, everyone was out she was home alone..she decided to go downstairs and look about.

"Sy...lar!"she said in a cold scared tone of voice.
Claire backed against the wall then looking at the phone, then the door wishing Nathan or Peter would come through it..she quickly looked back at Sylar

"Well...yes..Umm..."She edged back till she reached the wall and went to grab the phone

"Uhhh No..." She watched Sylar melt the phone melt in her hands and as it burned her hands because of the exsessive heat, as it dropped onto the floor her hand healed and she looked back at Sylar panting.
"What do you want?..." She said quitely and worried.

"No....."
She closed her eyes as the blood started to pour from the huge gash appering on her head...she clenched her fists in pain

Peter knocked on Claire's front door. When there was no reply he looked through the window. He gasped as he saw Sylar. He lifted up his hand and made the door fly open. He then walked towards Sylar, his hand raised to him.

Claire turned to see Peter and gave a weak smiled and kicked Sylar in the shins, as her wound on her head started to heal quickly.

Claire looked at Peter and raised her eyebrows as If to say..'What the hell do I do?'...

"We meet again Sylar but this time it will be the last." He quickly glanced at Claire as if to say 'run!' then opened both of his hands. Two balls of blue flame erupted in his palms.