Previously: Victoria Pratt proved herself efficient with a shotgun but still died at the hands of Adam, Elle monitored Claire and her family more poorly than an ankle bracelet, Monica decided to dress up like a ninja to disastrous results, Alejandro and Sylar duked it out for Maya, Bennet came back from the dead with his superdaughter's blood, Claire causes some damage to Elle's car (insurance policies don't cover spite), and Hiro went back in time multiple times, rendering Ando useless.

New York, New York

Mohinder arrives at his depressing Brooklyn apartment to see that Sylar and Maya are better surrogate parents to Molly than he and Parkman have been. Sylar has added some eco-friendly fluorescent lightbulbs and Maya is whipping up some chilaquiles in the kitchen. Sure beats generic frosted cereal and nightmare comas.

Who wears this when Maya's not around?

I'm shocked that Maya isn't confused that she's shaking hands with a Dr. Suresh who is 40+ years younger looking than the book jacket, but I suppose Sylar told her that Dr. Suresh Senior died at some point. Also, Mohinder, why didn't you pick up a few guns or call The Company on the way back? Really, I'm disappointed in your conflict management skills.

Mohinder is horrified to find himself at a killer breakfast - that is, everyone sitting at the table has killed people, either intentionally with blows to the head, with shitty mascara, or with a Company-issued gun. As Maya gushes on excitedly about finding a cure for her affliction, Mohinder realizes she knows him as Gabriel Gray and not Sylar.There are no Mohinders in the Bible, though, so she can't dub him an angel.

Sylar says he also needs Mohinder's help, and that he was perusing his work on the laptop (smart people have password protection, but I expect too much). Mohinder has started mixing his blood with Claire's, presumably because they can't keep sampling Claire's or diluting it. The mixture restores people's powers after they've been afflicted with a strain of the virus. Maya lets it slip that Sylar has no powers at the moment, and that he perhaps is afflicted with the virus as well. Seeing his chance, Mohinder grabs his serrated bread knife and faces off with Sylar, who has a gun. Gun beats knife, kids.

Maya panics when she realizes how her woman's intuition is useless and that she gave it up to a greasy-haired killer (and is totally going to hell for that sin), so everyone's eyes start filling up with the blackness. Molly's screaming because it feels like summer camp all over again, when people tape your eyelids shut and saran wrap the toilet and swipe your towel before you get out of the shower. Sylar commands Maya to get control so she doesn't kill a sweet, innocent little girl. Maya is next on Sylar's shit list.

Woman, make me a sammich!

With three lives at stake (but only 1.5 that I care about), Mohinder has no choice but to do Sylar's bidding. The Company should really issue GPS panic buttons like those given to old people. They reach Isaac's loft/lab, where Maya's all, "You're nothing like you were in bed," as Sylar smirks. He offers to take her powers if she doesn't want them, as Maya rues her brother was right. And dead. Sylar shows off the commemorative spot where he killed Isaac, right on the mural of New York blowing up on the floor.

Mohinder preps a reluctant Sylar for a blood sample, so he can figure out what strain, if any, of the virus Sylar has. Sylar is suspicious, demanding he just be given the remedy. Mohinder tells him he can't risk it, it might kill him. Sylar revels in the poetry of Mohinder's father helping him find his gift and Mohinder restoring it. Mohinder can't take the salt being rubbed into his wounds and barks that Sylar killed his father, to which Sylar counters, "He betrayed me. Don't make the same mistake." Mohinder angrily jabs the needle into Sylar's arm without even disinfecting the area. Maybe it's a leftover needle from Isaac's heroin junkie days that's been infected with Sylarnide.

Mohinder looks up hopefully at the security camera disguised as a beeping smoke alarm, taking his sweet time and praying that someone notices. Ah yes, of course. Elle's watching, because no one at The Company is actually paid to do surveillance.

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