Sylar had only been waiting a few minutes before he heard a loud hurried knock on his door. In a few quick steps, He made it to the door and opened it. He didn't even have time to greet Peter before he was pacing in his small living room. He closed the door behind him, and the noise seemingly brought Peter back to reality. Peter walked up to Sylar, and wrapped his arms around him, Sylar uneasily tapped him on the back. Sylar immediately felt better when he released his hold on him.
"Are you ok Gabe? Did they hurt you?" Peter asked concerned, ignoring the fact he could heal.
"Im fine Peter. I don't know who 'they' are because they never came here." He said sitting on the sofa and leaving room for Peter to sit next to him.
"What do you mean?"
"What i mean Peter is that... Claire went out three hours ago and she still hasn't returned. That's not like Claire at all."
"Do you know where she went?" Peter asked, His hands clasped infront of him as he looked straight into Sylar's eyes.
"No peter i don't. Do you honestly think if i did you would be here now!" Sylar shouted, Standing up quickly.
"Calm down, ok? We will get her back." Peter said, Standing up and slapping the ex killer on the shoulder.
Sylar twisted his head to look at Peter as he walked into the small kitchen. Peter flicked his fringe off his face as his hand grabbed a small can from the fridge. Peter shut the door behind him before stepping back into the ex serial killers line of sight.
"How do you think we should start looking for Claire?" Peter asked, making his way back into the living room. A moment of silence passed between the pair as Peter continued to stare at Sylar.
"Gabe? How do yo-" Peter was silenced as Sylar waved a hand at him.
Another moment passed before Sylar's face twisted into a face peter knew all too well, before Sylar bolted out of the small apartment and began running down the stairs. Peter dumped his can onto the floor before he too bolted out of the room and down the stairs, following Sylar. It wasn't long before Peter reached the bottom of the stairs and forced the small doors open.
Peter stepped out onto the dark street and looked around the busy roads before Realising that Sylar had ran off. "Great..." Peter mumbled before he stepped back into the old apartment building. Making his way back up to Sylar's room, He realised he had no idea where he ran off too, Meaning it would be even harder to start the search. Sighing again, Peter continued his way into the old room before shutting the door, Picking up his abandoned can and sitting on the sofa, Deciding it would be best just to wait for him to return.