The sound of a vehicle slowing and stopping didn't even touch Claire's senses, and the approaching footsteps only barely, which was a warning sign that she shouldn't be here where anyone or anything might come upon her with her unprepared. It was a sign she didn't bother to pay attention to, because the outside didn't matter right now. Only what was inside herself.
When she'd dreamed about getting rid of Sylar, it hadn't really been like this. After Alastair, that experience had worked its way into her nightmares of Sylar, some on the giving end in small ways, some on the receiving end in huge ways. But those were nightmares. This, this was dreams, dreams while still awake and she was having them right now.
She should be terrified – but where had the terror gone? She should-
Dean. Dean was here. Why was he here?
"You should be at home," she whispered, hoarse. Not here. Not near this.