[Elle rolls over onto her stomach and groans. The bed feels weird, and she feels weird, and the air smells weird, and everything is weird. She reaches out for Sylar to make him fix everything. Her hand thunks against something, but she's too busy thinking to pay it any mind. Sylar. Weird. Weird weird weird Sylar. Wait a fucking second. Sylar. Beach. She remembers now. That son of a bitch had killed her! She shoots up, sitting on the ground, her fingers trying to dig into stone.]
MOTHERFUCKER!
[She stares around, searching for Sylar. Where was he? Where was the son of a bitch? Who the fuck were all these other people? Where had that fountain come from?]
Moth... erfuck?
[Something itches her as she turns, and she scratches at it, only to find that it itches her fingers, too. She looks down and gapes at the cheap shift she's wearing. It looks like a hospital gown for poor people. What the fuck was it doing touching her?]
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MOTHERFUCKER!
[She stares around, searching for Sylar. Where was he? Where was the son of a bitch? Who the fuck were all these other people? Where had that fountain come from?]
Moth... erfuck?
[Something itches her as she turns, and she scratches at it, only to find that it itches her fingers, too. She looks down and gapes at the cheap shift she's wearing. It looks like a hospital gown for poor people. What the fuck was it doing touching her?]
Motherfuck.