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Heart rate rose to 164 beats per minute. Sustained at that level for two hours. I am so sorry. Please kill me, please. Hiro, please. We have to go. I don't get it, how could this happen? Captain America DIED! Spiderman revealed his secret identity!! And the Hulk is RED!? What's going on?! You're not supposed to be ten years old. That's what I've been trying to tell you. I don't understand. What is this? This is going to tell us what we're supposed to do! It tells what happened and then it tells the future too, look--. The future. That's crazy.

No. It's real. I can prove it. I don't remember that. Then how about this? I don't remember that. How could it know what you were going to sayŁż. It's some kind of trick.

I'm ready to begin my spirit walk.

I'm telling you, Hiro, it's real. Okay, I believe you. So what happens next? What does that mean? I don't know. But whatever it is, it doesn't sound good. It's coming. Mom. Thank god you're okay. Your father. He's alive. I talked to him today. He's got the formula. Both halves. They were supposed to be hidden away forever, But someone's stolen them. Right out from underneath us. Now peter and I have both seen the future, And trust me, it's not one that any of you want to face.

Make that three of us. And she's right.

Arthur's probably figured out by now. That there's a third piece of the formula. It won't work without it. What kind of piece? It's a catalyst. Hidden away in the blood of a human host. Kaito nakamura was the only one who knew the identity. Of the host, and kaito, as we know, is dead. So how do we find the host?

We don't have to. We just have to make sure that he doesn't. When sylar attacked me, he saw something.

He took off the top of my head. He said I was different from everyone else. I didn't understand what that meant until today.

I think I'm the catalyst. It starts with light. And ends with light. And in between, there is darkness.

When we were kids.

Nothing there is beyond hope. Nothing that can be sworn impossible. Nothing left unimagined.

Since zeus, father of the olympians, Made night from midday.