Sense of Danger

I sense something, a presence I have not felt since....

"Hey, Bob," I said as he was adjusting some fancy medical doohickey. "You think Sylar may still be alive?"

"What?" he laughed. "No. How could he be? I mean, it's not like we revived him and isolated him in the jungle somewhere." As he was laughing, the medical doohickey turned to gold. "Oops. Let me just go get another doohickey."

While he was gone, I couldn't help wondering if Sylar could still be out there. I don't remember a funeral for him. I had been checking the obituaries every day so I could know where to go to urinate on his grave.

He never had one. I thought maybe it was a Jewish thing. Was Sylar Jewish? His nose was of normal size, but he did live in New York. But then, he wasn't too wealthy, so he couldn't have been Jewish.

Despite Bob's reassurance, I felt uneasy. It was as if Sylar was back, hunting my loved ones.

Bob finally came back in with a new doohickey. "I had to take this one away from a little girl with cancer," he said.

"It's worth it."

"Actually, it's not. You're perfectly healthy, except your vision. I'm not sure why the blood didn't heal your eyes. But you really don't even need this doohickey. You could walk out of here right now if you weren't being held against your will."

Bob left the room again. I was worried. Is Sylar out there? Could there be a bigger threat to my family? Will Bob at least bring me some Jello?

So many questions. So many desires I cannot fulfill. I have to get out of here. I have to protect my family and buy some Jello. It's time for Noah to take his life into his own hands. It's time for Noah to break out of this place. But first, it's time for Noah to stop talking in third person. Mr. Bennet makes a good point. HRG agrees.