~Sylar~
"You're sure? You look like the country type and by the looks of that," I pointed at her hair that was mussed up with dirt. "You've been traveling a while. New York isn't a place you get used to over night."
I was kind of struck by the rest of what she said and tilted my head a little to the right. It didn't make any sense. No one ever wanted to help me, ever. Except for Peter. He was nice though.