This is not really happening (arrival, OTA)
The doors flew opened with explosive force, shuddering on their hinges as they slammed against the walls. Claire followed less than a second later, hitting the wall behind him hard, and Nathan's eyes snapped in his daughter's direction, half-tempted to go to her to see if she was alright. She could heal, yes, but he wasn't thinking of that at the moment, adrenaline fueled by fear -- he had to be out of his mind, going after Sylar, even if it was the right thing to do -- chasing away the ability to make logical conclusions.
Claire was more than willing to do the guess work for him, however, looking up at him with exasperation. "Go!" she shouted, and he took a deep breath, tensing, every inch of him itching for the oncoming fight.
He looked away from Claire, eyes finding his brother's in the seconds of tension that strung between them, and then they were both turning to head into the room. There was just one problem with the plan -- the suite they'd been about to march into was suddenly missing, replaced suddenly and seamlessly by buildings he didn't recognize.
A frown creasing his forehead, he flicked his eyes to Peter, hoping his brother would have some kind of explanation -- was this some sort of power that Sylar had and Bennet hadn't warned them about? -- only to find that he was missing, too. And after a moment of wheeling on his heels, bewildered, he realized it wasn't just his brother that was missing. Everyone was gone; he stood alone on the street.
Tension winding further into his shoulders, he turned again, this time slower, trying to get a handle on his surroundings. "What the hell?"
A pause, and then he was moving down the street hesitantly, all but expecting Sylar to jump from every corner or even remotely shadowed area he passed. Bennet must have forgotten to mention something, that's what this boiled down to, and he was screwed if he didn't find the cavalry before the killer found him.
Claire was more than willing to do the guess work for him, however, looking up at him with exasperation. "Go!" she shouted, and he took a deep breath, tensing, every inch of him itching for the oncoming fight.
He looked away from Claire, eyes finding his brother's in the seconds of tension that strung between them, and then they were both turning to head into the room. There was just one problem with the plan -- the suite they'd been about to march into was suddenly missing, replaced suddenly and seamlessly by buildings he didn't recognize.
A frown creasing his forehead, he flicked his eyes to Peter, hoping his brother would have some kind of explanation -- was this some sort of power that Sylar had and Bennet hadn't warned them about? -- only to find that he was missing, too. And after a moment of wheeling on his heels, bewildered, he realized it wasn't just his brother that was missing. Everyone was gone; he stood alone on the street.
Tension winding further into his shoulders, he turned again, this time slower, trying to get a handle on his surroundings. "What the hell?"
A pause, and then he was moving down the street hesitantly, all but expecting Sylar to jump from every corner or even remotely shadowed area he passed. Bennet must have forgotten to mention something, that's what this boiled down to, and he was screwed if he didn't find the cavalry before the killer found him.