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Tick, tock, tick tock. Sylar's watch is working again, and he exits, leaving Claire dazed and confused. HOLYSHITSHUTUP SYLAR CAN'T DIE NOW (allegedly). Until we find a loophole, that is. Does this mean Claire won't age, too? Just like Adam?

I will never have to pluck in center of my forehead again! BWAHAHAHAH

New York, Mohinder's apartment

Maya's dressed up for an open casting call with Hanes Her Way Meets Victoria's Secret in a pink tank top and booty shorts. She's clutching a cricket bat as someone struggles with the door lock. She then pummels Mohinder as he enters, thinking it was Sylar. Stupid girl, that's what the peep hole is for. Everyone has amnesia this season, because they forgot how much Sylar can do even after a "long night with a bad taco." Why the hell would he try to MacGuyver a lock manually when he can open it with his BRAIN?

Turns out Mohinder's just deposited Molly on a one-way trip to Never Gonna Find Youland (next to Rick Astleyville on the map, never gonna give you up) and that flight attendants are surprisingly nice in addition to extremely competent. They naively believe that Molly's safe when she's actually been written off this show. Mohinder then declares that he's going home to India, because he's found nothing to believe he can reverse the effects of Maya's runny Massacaras (massacre + mascara, get it?) of Death and Destruction. Maya is hella pissed, and you know this because she starts sounding like J. Lo in Jersey Girl. Before she dies during childbirth.

"Oh no you didn't, I came all the way from South America for this! It's not fair!" she chastises Mohinder. They say you can attract flies with honey better than vinegar, but well, if you're trying to attract flies, trash works just fine. And nagging. Maya starts to explain what the hell her mascara is capable of (the wand individually separates each lash and coats it to make it look thicker. Oh, and kills everyone within a 10 mile radius, no big deal). She starts getting sassy and angry and her eyes fill up with the darkness, causing Mohinder to start breathing heavily.

Gotta admit, I'm kinda rooting for her here.

Let's spare you the chit-chat. Mind-body connection, neural pathways, neurons, things that end in "on" like Mohinder turned on. Inane dialogue inside, there's "sexual tension" inserted (that's what she said!) into the storyline juxtaposed with Maya being unable to effectively assert that her powers kill everyone around her and Mohinder being blind to the ramifications of creating a serum that can give anyone and everyone powers. Fight or flight! Adrenal glands! Flash drives hidden in the lizard tank! Weird Science!

Mohinder runs some tests, we see some paramecium/things under a microscope blown up onto a screen, he tells Maya she's special, and then Mohinder realizes that his experiment worked. He's been able to do some mumbo jumbo stuff that can enable anyone to instantaneously get powers. Bad news bears. Yeah. That just happened.

I never would have guessed that these powers came from eating Hot Tamales.

In his lab, Mohinder says that he ran two tests in the centrifuge, and the enzymes worked. For someone who just said he didn't want to experiment because it's against the laws of nature, the scientist is drunk on temporarily successful data. Sample size is not big enough, Mohinder! At least try this stuff on some four legged friends, New York has plenty of rats. Maya runs in to plead further with him, while he tries to justify that humans can evolve. Mohinder says each person's unique blood plus the enzyme will result in unique abilities. Like fingerprints of doom and destruction? Yes, just like all the ones we've seen so far on the show, like flight, telepathy...more back and forth between the Passionate Scientist Who's About to Do It Totally Wrong and Mascara Murderer Maya who's About to Get 'Er Done, yada yada yada, one way ticket to Bonetown. Mohinder thinks that if he could've injected himself in order to get a power to help the others, he would. Seriously, dude, try this on a lab rat first. Or Sarah Palin, VPILF of the Future. The abilities are a curse, Maya says, and Mohinder acknowledges what's in the vial cannot fix her. Maya tells him to destroy the evil and runs away...to Mohinder's apartment. Lady, I'd try some nicer tactics.

New York, Utility Closet of Destruction

Future Peter is rifling around the shelves, frantically searching for Claire's gun. Question: Do you think the gun has Peter or Claire's prints on it? What would happen if they tried to ID the gun? Guess we won't know for while.

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