Just as predicted, he was awake and sauntering out of his bedroom long before she stirred on the couch ( Read more... )

Sylar grinned only on the inside, to himself where no one else could see.

On the outside he might as well have looked like any other passerby, walking to the Butler house with a purpose, hardly sketchy-looking...

If he'd done his research correctly, Bennet wouldn't be home from one of his "business trips" until tomorrow, the Mrs. was off at a dog ( Read more... )