Toby was worried about his big sister. Not so worried that he was going to call 911, the first thing his mother taught him to do in any emergency, but worried enough that he had enlisted the help of Peter Petrelli, the man that Toby considered to be the best superhero. Ever. If Toby was worried enough to bother Peter with something, it was quite a troubling situation indeed. He had given Sarah soup and now he was just waiting on Peter to take care of her, so Toby had done all that he could. As an eleven year old, however, he didn't know how to be patient and wait on news about his sister.
He groaned when his Mario once again fell into the same hole that he always fell in. He wasn't even really paying attention to the game, because normally he would be at least two levels above this point by now.
"Huh?" He asked when Claire grabbed his wrist and tugged him to his feet. He cast a worried glance at the ceiling, worrying about Sarah upstairs. "Can't we go later?"