It had all fallen apart so quickly that it left Claire's head spinning. She tried to register everything, tried to make sense of what step to take next. Her eyes whipped from Peter to Sylar, shaking her head. "Wait, wait! Peter he's..." She licked her lips, looking Sylar over and deciding he didn't need to hear everything that went on between Peter and her.
[Something's different, Peter, he says he doesn't remember who he is. He...found me at the gym and he never once attacked me. He didn't threaten or get pissed or anything, he has been anyone but Sylar since we started talking.] "I don't know what to do," she whispered. Both men would hear her, what with their super-sensitive hearing. She stared desperately at her uncle, torn between wanting to believe and wanting to just give up.