Date: 2010-08-28 06:20 pm (UTC)
"I'm sure."

If she planning on saying anything else, it died on her lips, Sylar standing in the doorway now. She raised her eyes to him, fingers tightening on the gun although she knew it would do her no good, and allowed him a moment to take in the situation and took one of her own to steady her breathing. She couldn't quite manage, but she felt confident that she managed to keep a brave face, at least.

"What the hell?" he demanded finally, glancing between Angela and his other self.
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