PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

He's here. Nathan is here. The real, honest-to-god, NATHAN PETRELLI.

He's in room 36.

Can someone tell me why he was shot twice in the chest? he hands are still shaking He's fine now, but, what the fuck?

Funny how hungry all of this can make a person.

I'm headed to the kitchen, anyone else in the place interested in breakfast? Or breakfast-for-lunch, given the hour? I make a mean cup of coffee that I'm willing to trade for egg-frying services.

Nathan Petrelli, by the way. A pleasure to meet you all.

I guess I should introduce myself even though I've been here a few days. My name is Lavender, and yes I'm one of the Harry Potter crew, and if you know what's good for you won't ask me if I'm still in love with Ron because I'm not!

Um, I'll be staying here for a little while, I'm not sure how long. I do have my own place, which I'll get back too...eventually.

So, um, hullo. If you're ever interested in talking or having a cup of tea or something, let me know. It's always nice to meet new people well sometimes...depends on who you are.

God, this place is so boring. You'd think with endless demons to fight, it would be fun, but of course it's not because fate is a whore. That and demons get really boring after a while, or they get scared of you and don't put up a fight. That's not fun either.

So who wants to do something (something that isn't chess - no offense to whoever likes chess)?

Fuck fuck cockfuck, this shit is fucking balls.  I ain't been able to get another answer outta that payphone, 702 covers like all of fucking las vegas and surrounding area, it's a pretty big fucking city to go sift through without a fuckin' clue, and she didn't sound too fucking happy what I could hear of 'er when she called back. Not fuckin' getting anyfuckingwhere. Gee, sure would be nice if somebody I knew was a fucking spy, huh?

it should end


hate

It's better now. The constant drumming. My poor Master. Nobody understood how alone it made him. Now he's not alone. He has me. He needs me. My Master was right. I just needed time to adjust. It's a nice rhythm...reminiscent of Ravel's Boléro. Really quite soothing if I don't dwell on it too much. Something in the background too keep it from getting too quiet.

It's hard to remember what life was like before my Master. I think it's better that way. I'm where I'm supposed to be now. I'm where I'm needed.