It was only an instant, no longer than a blink, but for Sylar it felt like an eternity. He was lost in some kind of faze, surrounded by darkness, and then...suddenly...he was back. Only, he really wasn't.
Something wasn't right. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the cobwebs from his head. Where was he?? And...wait...who was he? He worriedly looked around his surroundings, trying to assess the situation. But nothing looked familiar...nothing made sense. Until his eyes came to rest on the picture, which had fallen to the floor before Narcissa's spell was cast.
He bent over to pick it up off the floor. He held this scrap of paper too many times to count over the last few weeks, but at this moment, he was seeing it for first time. It was him...he knew that at least (even if he was quite sure who he was). But he was not alone in the picture. The girl he was kissing...she looked familiar. But why?
His eyes left the picture, and finally he noticed the beautiful woman sharing the room with him. She stared at him with what appeared to be a smug look of amusement. He would have been angry at her - confronted her over her apparent delight at his predicament. And yet, he seemed to recall that this was not his enemy...but his friend? Yes, in the haze that was his head, he had sudden vague recollections of this woman and another man, agreeing to help him. But...help him what?
"What...what is going on? I don't...you have to help me? How did I get here?" His eyes flickered back to the paper in his hand, and he felt a small nudge in his brain. He knew what he needed to do, even if he didn't know why.
"And this girl...where can I find her? I don't know why, but I know I need to find her!"