“You should tell them you stopped the end of the world, Peter.” Sylar leaned close to me; our shoulder’s bumping, while the reporters swarmed around Claire for her story.

“We stopped the end of the world,” I reminded him. “You did good too, and I don’t need anyone to know what I did. Do you?”

“I used to not anymore.” He let out a sigh, and then shook his head. “She always wanted a normal life, and now she’ll never have one.”

“None of us will.” Claire had changed everything for us all, and I didn’t like it one bit.