Peter stared into his cup of coffee. “Wow,” he managed to gasp out.

Claude nodded. “My thoughts exactly when he first told me.”

Peter blinked. “So all that, about … Sylar and … the explosion and … all of us being in NYC that night and … the Company and Linderman … all that is …”

“Connected, mate, bloody connected. Great big spider-web of life ( Read more... )