She Has The Whole World In Her Hands

I bored. I miss Petey. . .

School on two hours of sleep, does not an alert Tess make.

I'm actually proud to be the one in my little posse not pregnant or toting at least one kid around, I have no idea how they get any work done like that (or why Joanna wont get on the freaking pill already).

Ew tummy hurts. No more breakfast skippin'.

He's gone. Again. All his clothes are gone, all his stuff is gone. He's disappeared. This is the third time I've lost him in this world alone.

God, you're really starting to piss me off, lady. Is it too much to fucking ask to leave my fucking brother here?

What's going on? This isn't-

Is this another vision?





[OOC: Peter's being restarted. He's coming in from season one, now, around episode 22, where he believes that Sylar is supposed to be the bomb, instead of him.]

( Spencer. )

Hey, Mom?

I was going to tell you at that dinner party I keep trying to plan and make Naki host, but there's something I wanted to tell you, before you find out and, um, explode. Or something.

What's this? I hardly have time to be here, I have a number of important ca-. . .

Oh God. I'm in California.

I demand an explanation!

Okay, okay, I finally got the mecha/organic interface to the point where I can safely delegate portions of each theorem to a not entirely brain dead lackey, and get on with more important work.  Oh, and John, you're such the whiz at naming things, any ideas on something snappy for such an interface?  And, uh, Mr. Pulse?  Whatever connections you tweaked really came through.  NASA -- well, my research to be more specific, my team and such, we pretty much have a blank check to draw upon.  So, uh, thanks for that.

Anyway, I can turn my attention back to self-sustaining fusion, something I've been working on for years, actually, most of my life.  And I'd like to hire someone who has a few IQ points above that of a shambling zombie, so if anyone is, uh, interested, just let me know.