The tape made a snerck sound while I yanked off another piece. It was too short, so I pulled off more and more. I kept wiping my eyes because I was sniffling. I wrapped more tape around the vase, trying to get the stupid handles to stay where they belonged.

I had all the pieces on the carpet, and the crumpled, broken flowers that had been in it. I let out a meep as I heard someone walk past the door, and I ducked behind the sofa to finish.

“Peter Petrelli what are you doing in here?”

“Nothing. Hi Ma."