Peter climbed to the top of the Deveaux Building. The pigeons cooed and flapped their wings, suprised by his present. He smiled and watched them for a while. He then walked over to the edge of the roof and looked out across New York. He had come so close to destroying this whole place. He sighed and wondered whether he would be able to control any other powers he absorbed. It wasn't like he had a choice, he would have to learn how to. Peter liked New York at night, he liked watching the cars pass with their headlights glaring, the streets lamps casting an orange glow on everything. It was strangly peaceful. He wondered how Claire was doing in California and whether he would be able to see her again. He thought about Nathan and Hiro, and everyone else who had been at the Plaza, wondering where they were and how they were coping.