Friday, New York City, the Salisbury Hotel

[bangsofemo]

Peter had reached New York without incident, then checked into a hotel. At this particular moment, he was debating his next move. Walking around with a sign that said "Do you know me?" was right out. Maybe he could find an internet cafe and google himself or something.

[For not-electro!girl.]

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[notabondgirl]

Veronica had found Peter's credit card trail and decided to check it out and see if it was really him or someone who had assumed his identity before getting Claire's hopes up.

She had gotten her personal cosmic taxi service to drop her off in a janitor's closet in the hotel and he was on standby to return her or possibly both of them to Milieux.

Now she was knocking on the door to Peter's room, hoping she was going to find him for Claire's sake.

[bangsofemo]

Peter glanced at the door. He hadn't ordered room service, so he moved to the door and cautiously asked, "Yes?"

[notabondgirl]

Hmm, whoever it was was being cautious. Could be Peter if he was hiding out after faking his death or could be an identity thief.

Veronica quickly decided on a good cover story. "Mr. Petrelli, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's a problem with your reservation. I was hoping we could discuss it."

[bangsofemo]

Peter opened up the door. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

And wham, he was struck with a strange sense of familiarity with the blonde woman who stood out in the hallway.

[notabondgirl]

"May I come in and discuss it with you?" Veronica asked, glad she had thought to wear something professional looking.

She knew this was Peter though, thanks to pictures Claire had shown her.

[bangsofemo]

"Sure," Peter said, stepping aside to let her come in. Pretty boy, not too bright sometimes.

[notabondgirl]

Veronica entered the room and waited for Peter to close the door before speaking.

[bangsofemo]

Peter shut the door. "So what's the problem?" he said, reaching for his wallet. "I have another card. . . ."

[notabondgirl]

"Peter, my name is Veronica Mars and I'm a private investigator," she confessed, pulling out her PI licence (which was from California in a different dimension and had no validity in New York either way) and holding it up. "I was hired by your niece to find you."

[bangsofemo]

"What?" Peter said eloquently. "I have a niece?"

[notabondgirl]

That was an unexpected response. Veronica nodded, her expression clearly confused. "Yes, Claire Bennet. You... you don't remember her?"

She wondered if she had accidentally gotten the wrong dimension Peter Petrelli.

[bangsofemo]

"I don't remember her," Peter admitted. "I don't remember anything. I only know my name because it was on my license."

[notabondgirl]

"Oh."

Well, that made things a little awkward.

"Well, this makes things a little awkward," Veronica said. "Do you remember anything?"

[bangsofemo]

"You seem familiar to me," Peter said helpfully.

[notabondgirl]

"I do?" Veronica asked. "I... don't think we've ever met."

[bangsofemo]

"Maybe it's just my imagination then," Peter said. "When I opened the door I had the strangest feeling we'd met before."