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After dragging out the cat-and-mouse bit for awhile, Claire manages to secure a kitchen knife and break into a closet. Kinda reminds me of the closet in that old people movie, Cocoon, that John Cusack shows everyone at the nursing home in High Fidelity. Sadly, our ex-cheerleader is more useless than an old person, as she seems to think that tying Mr. Muggle's chain and walking leash around the handles is going to prevent Sylar from cutting her skull open. Keep the dream alive, Claire-bear.

Question: Sylar can totally see that Claire has a huge knife in her hand, poised to stab, yet he doesn't bother flinging it out of her hand? Instead, the kitchen table and furniture gets rearranged. Sylar is not completely heterosexual, I've decided. Interior decorating is far more important to him than touching teenage boobs. Which would be incredibly inappropriate on this show, as well as illegal. Everyone knows Sylar just wants to caress Claire's brain and spoon with it.

Sylar shakes the doggie leash-reinforced closet door and lets Claire stay for a bit longer, as he rifles a cardboard box with Comic Sans scrawled all over it, marked "Dad's office." Sylar calmly explains he just wants what she has, and that he doesn't want to kill her, because he lost everything that made him special. He pulls out files on a few new characters: Knox, The German, Flint, and Jesse. They look like a bunch of criminals or the poor man's version of Super Mario characters personified -- clearly, they're bad guys with superpowers that The Company is holding.

Also, Mr. Muggles should have magical doggie powers because I want to see him fly. Claire's one moment of semi-triumph arrives when she successfully stabs Sylar in the chest, causing him to slowly bleed to death. However, she also succeeds in finally pissing him off. Stab! Claire leaps out of the closet with her bread knife and plunges it deep into Sylar. I'm impressed. She then starts running for the door, but Sylar manages to pin her against it and twist it and start removing her skull with a flick of his fingers. Claire screams in pain and then her feet stop flailing, two feet above the carpet.

Sylar's got Claire prostate on the coffee table, probing her brain. The entire top half of her skill and hair is missing. It's a quick Q&A as he plunges his fingers deeply into her brain. He's literally mindfucking her, and I really hope children didn't go to bed having nightmares, because I did. He says she has no nerve endings, and that we'd have more answers if people used 100% of their brains. Sylar's talking crazy, saying things like "How do we make love stay? How many angels dance on the edge of a pin? and explains that the answers are right there.

You should get your roots done more often. This would hurt less.

Now, for two of the most priceless lines in this episode.

Claire: Are you going to eat it?
Sylar: Eat your brain? Claire, that's disgusting.

The delivery is just spot on. Well played sir, well played. Zachary Quinto is gold, even when he makes me want to cry out of fear. Claire is whimpering the entire time, and I have the heebie-jeebies. Sylar finally finds what he's looking for, and the gloppy messy squishy sounds escalate as he pushes something around. He sighs out of relief and excitement (again, creepy rape-like sounds), and removes the knife from his body. He's got Claire's regenerative powers. Dammit.

He grabs the red Villains files, picks up Claire's scalp, complete with long, blonde tresses matted with blood, and puts it back on her head in complete silence. AUGH. This reminds me of the stories Pa told Laura in the Little House in the Big Woods series. It was mostly about the prairie after they left the woods where they'd make maple sugar candy at Grandma's house. Mmm, maple sugar candy on fresh snow. See? Happy thoughts while Claire's scalp reunites with her skull. She recovers immediately as he starts to exit, and the look of absolute terror on her face is contrasted by his look of absolute satisfaction.

Claire: Wait, what about me, aren't you going to kill me?
Sylar: Poor girl, your brain is not like the others. You are not like the others. You're different. You're special, and I couldn't kill you even if I wanted to. You can never die, and I guess now, neither can I.

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