Wind driven snow bombarded the shop’s windows. I clutched a cup of Earl Grey between my fingers. The weather report said the blizzard was the worst in years, and people should stay home. I wish I had. I could have hunkered down with my books and read all day.

But I was stuck here now, with no customers and only my fish to keep me company. In other words it wasn’t much different than any regular day. I let out a sigh and pulled on another sweater, so my hands wouldn’t shake while I went to work on the Sylar.