WHO: Claire Bennet (future), Peter Petrelli (future), Nathan Petrelli, TBD! WHERE: streets of L.A.; internet cafe; the Hyperion WHEN: Saturday, July 16; evening WHAT: Claire's arrival. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
"I'll just check in the back," Claire said to the older police officer at the counter, pocketing her pen, "see if I can't sweet talk that cook into getting the order on quicker, just for you." With a wink that was all play, suited to the sunny smile she used for the customers, she turned on her heel and pushed the door open, intending to go nudge Andy into cooking the man's order now so he could get back on the road. The door didn't even shut completely before she knew something was very, very wrong.
It wasn't a hard conclusion to come to, given that the kitchen of the diner had just turned into city streets.
There were many things in Claire's life that weren't normal by any means, but this came close to topping the list. She turned, trying to retreat back through the door, only to find it had disappeared and been replaced by the window to a storefront, the business closed for the night. This... this wasn't just 'not normal', this was downright crazy.
If she hadn't remembered just walking through a door, she would have been certain someone had done something to her memory. Despite that, she turned in a full circle, as if expecting someone to emerge from the shadows, everyone from her father to Homeland Security, the gamut of good to bad as far as people being involved in this. When she didn't find anyone, she studied the businesses around her and then headed for one with its lights still on, some sort of coffee shop and internet cafe. Maybe someone inside could give her some answers as to where the hell she actually was now.