× 001 [ the beginning; central mansion lobby ] another time ×
He was relieved. The dream did just as happened. Without a doubt, Sylar had saved Emma. He held back Samuel, and once again they saved thousands of people. Little less than the whole world, but Peter was just greatly relieved that nothing bad happened in the end. Well, he had hoped in any case. Straying away from the stage, he was aware of Sylar by his side, talking to him, expressing his thoughts. He heard him, but he wasn't exactly listening. His gaze had been focused on the petite form of his niece, currently climbing her way to the top of the structure of the Ferris Wheel.
With all the fearful, confused, and straight out bewildered expressions, you would think he would be one of them. No, he was aware that this wouldn't exactly harm her. At that moment, his steps came to slow, before he stopped completely. Brows had furrowed, his jaw clenching at the sight. He knew what she was gonna do. He just knew it. He was hoping she wouldn't, he hoped that she would just climb down rather why had she done it in the first place? "What the hell is she doing? She's gonna change everything." The words left his mouth, keeping his narrowed gaze on her. He heard Sylar respond, but his stomach made an unsettling churn. It wasn't time yet. Nobody would be ready for this. At this moment, he had to say that was a really selfish move.
A drop, and she fell to the grounds below. Everyone except few that knew, had jumped, gasped and ran over. Peter, he could only watch from his spot. Shaking his head, till turning his gaze back on her. She was speaking to them, but he could hardly hear from where he stood. Now, the whole world was gonna be on this. "..Come on Sy-" He took a step forward, only to hear a sound behind him, much like a clear bell. He turned around, only to be caught off guard by the sight before him. "..What? What is this?" He perked a brow, staring at the lobby before him. This was no longer at the Carnival. Slowly turning sweeping his gaze around, he stared at the many decorations and structure and came to think that his.. was probably not even New York. He took a small step forward, turning to the counter and walking silently towards it.
Wherever this was, surely someone- "Seems like you're arrived right on time, Mr. Petrelli." He turned around, only to meet with the same lifeless sight, though once to the counter again, there was the receptionist. A wide, seeming bright fake smile on her face. He perked a brow, approaching closer with his reply, "Uhh, arrived on time? To, where exactly?" "Welcome to El Dorado, Mr. Petrelli. You will be staying on the second floor, room number 216." With that, she had pushed a key and a bright gold colored- phone? Well, he had his own- Patting his hand on his pants pocket, he noticed it empty. A suspicious look was cast on his face, but he took the items to stare at. "..Thanks, I uh suppose."
She didn't seem to expect any questions, being that she turned and put her attention no some papers. He shifted on the spot, before sighing and turning to head further into the building. Room 216? Just how many rooms this place have? More importantly, why was he here? Right after what happened; Was someone playing a joke on him? Someone with an ability to transport him here? Spotting the stairs, he headed towards them with a glance to his right and then left. "..This is really weird."
With all the fearful, confused, and straight out bewildered expressions, you would think he would be one of them. No, he was aware that this wouldn't exactly harm her. At that moment, his steps came to slow, before he stopped completely. Brows had furrowed, his jaw clenching at the sight. He knew what she was gonna do. He just knew it. He was hoping she wouldn't, he hoped that she would just climb down rather why had she done it in the first place? "What the hell is she doing? She's gonna change everything." The words left his mouth, keeping his narrowed gaze on her. He heard Sylar respond, but his stomach made an unsettling churn. It wasn't time yet. Nobody would be ready for this. At this moment, he had to say that was a really selfish move.
A drop, and she fell to the grounds below. Everyone except few that knew, had jumped, gasped and ran over. Peter, he could only watch from his spot. Shaking his head, till turning his gaze back on her. She was speaking to them, but he could hardly hear from where he stood. Now, the whole world was gonna be on this. "..Come on Sy-" He took a step forward, only to hear a sound behind him, much like a clear bell. He turned around, only to be caught off guard by the sight before him. "..What? What is this?" He perked a brow, staring at the lobby before him. This was no longer at the Carnival. Slowly turning sweeping his gaze around, he stared at the many decorations and structure and came to think that his.. was probably not even New York. He took a small step forward, turning to the counter and walking silently towards it.
Wherever this was, surely someone- "Seems like you're arrived right on time, Mr. Petrelli." He turned around, only to meet with the same lifeless sight, though once to the counter again, there was the receptionist. A wide, seeming bright fake smile on her face. He perked a brow, approaching closer with his reply, "Uhh, arrived on time? To, where exactly?" "Welcome to El Dorado, Mr. Petrelli. You will be staying on the second floor, room number 216." With that, she had pushed a key and a bright gold colored- phone? Well, he had his own- Patting his hand on his pants pocket, he noticed it empty. A suspicious look was cast on his face, but he took the items to stare at. "..Thanks, I uh suppose."
She didn't seem to expect any questions, being that she turned and put her attention no some papers. He shifted on the spot, before sighing and turning to head further into the building. Room 216? Just how many rooms this place have? More importantly, why was he here? Right after what happened; Was someone playing a joke on him? Someone with an ability to transport him here? Spotting the stairs, he headed towards them with a glance to his right and then left. "..This is really weird."