Sylar pulled his coat closer around him as he walked up to the White family residence. Running from the Company had brought him to this tiny town: Jilliken, Colorado. He remembered the location from the list, so he thought he may as well get something done while he was out here in the frozen wasteland of the Midwest. He knocked on the door, preparing his façade of a curious geneticist.

He heard the lock scrape and the door flew open, startling him. A short redheaded girl greeted him, her eyes ecstating.

"Oh. My. GOD!!" she exclaimed, complete with nail-drying hand gestures. "Mom! DAD!! You'll never guess who's here!!" She seized his arm and dragged him inside, giggling wildly. "Mom, it's Sylar!!"

A middle-aged woman with shoulder-length brown hair peeked around from the kitchen with annoyance. "That's nice dear."

"Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening!! Come here!!" She pulled him down to her level and made him face the back of her phone, then he heard an artificial shutter click and she let go of him, text-messaging at a speed that couldn't possibly be normal. Throughout the entire process, Sylar didn't say anything, and he was sure his facial expression was pricelessly bewildered. After the flurry of text messages, she approached him again, dragging him over to her couch and sitting him down next to her.

"I can't believe it's really you! Are you here to take my ability?!"

Sylar's breath caught in shock. "How do you know about that?"

"I know all about you!! I watch you every week!" An annoying beeping noise issued from her phone and she flipped it open immediately and held it to her ear. "I know, right!? Could you die!? …No, it's not Zachary Quinto, it's Sylar!! I told you, he's real! Whatever, you're just jealous!" She hung up without saying goodbye.

Sylar's head was spinning. How was she watching him? Was her ability like Molly's? Who was this "Zachary Quinto" fellow and why were they being confused with one another?

"I guess you have some questions." She didn't give him time to respond. "See I can integrate various universes. Is that how you say that? What's the plural for universe? Anyway, I managed to integrate the world you live in and the world I live in!!"

"But… that's a time paradox."

"Yeah… so?"

After 2 more hours of this, with friends calling, occasionally stopping by and screaming along with the redhead, several pictures and autograph sessions, and once incident that could have become very inappropriate given her age, Sylar left the house without taking her ability, decided that he didn't want the confusion.