To Claire, it was just another day. Another day of Sylar not being awake and Peter pushing her to learn control over her new abilities. Or at least over the ability that he knew about which was telekinesis. She still wasn't sure how Sylar or Peter learned such control so quickly but she just couldn't seem to get the hang of it. She was getting better, enough so that she wasn't shattering windows with the wave of a hand but they were going through glasses and cups like there was no tomorrow.

Standing downstairs in the living room, she sighed as he set out another glass before her and she tried focusing again. It took only a little effort supposedly but even the flick of a finger sent the glass flying into a wall nearby. The shattering was nothing new to her but the crashing sound upstairs was.

Instantly she was tense as she traded a look with Peter, both of them worrying instantly that someone had found them. "You check him, I'll check outside." She whispered, rushing away from Peter to check the windows. She half feared that she would see Samuel outside, or perhaps some of his goonies, but she was also itching for a fight after all the things they had done to her and Sylar. Peter, as well.

What she wasn't prepared for was the sound of Peter's voice yelling that Sylar was awake.

For a second, she stood still as her heart squeezed hard in her chest. She didn't want to go and see because there was a part of her that was worried Peter was wrong. Or maybe that it was a trap. But seconds later, she was running up the stairs and into the bedroom where they had been keeping Sylar. Skidding to a stop, Claire felt like she had been hit hard in the stomach at the sight of Sylar sitting there on the bed, looking somewhat alert and yet confused. She wanted to rush over and hug him but the frail state he was in stopped her.

"You're up." She replied, almost numbly, as though he had been merely taking a nap.