Who: Robin, Ashe, and Basch.
What: The bad news just keeps coming.
Where: Outside the morgue.
When: Several nights after Yoite's death; sometime after Sylar awakens. Before Schrodinger returns.
Warning: Grim.
The body tonight must've been somebody skinny, once. It was old enough the wildlife had gotten to it, and there wasn't much left. Pale hair, matted, rotting away. He and Grell worked in silence.
Nobody had come forward about a lightning user. He weighed the possibility that everybody who'd known him was gone, against the one where maybe at this point no-one cared. The bleak probability kept him occupied as he slipped out of the morgue, a glimpse of red and yellow visible in the night.