After a small shrug, Arthur gestures toward the large, pudgy man in the corner, the oldest out of the four by the door. "Maury Parkman. I believe you know his son Matthew? He'd be a bit older than you. Nearly the same ability, but that tends to happen. I'm not all that 'hip' to the proper way to describe it, but it has something to do with paternal DNA. You, Peter and I share very similar abilities as well. And you're in the elevator actually." He chuckles, picking up his drink once more. Sylar doesn't have to sit. His father will.