Arthur laughs, truly delighted. He sets down his drink and puts his hand between Sylar's shoulder blades, guiding him towards the window at the back of his office. The others sort of clustered around the broken door.

"You're in my mind, son. You're fine, but you've proven to be a bit unstable in the past and I'm just trying to protect my investment. Those men and women back there? You'll love them, I promise. But first you have questions. Let's consider this the interview. Take a seat."