Milliways, October 29th

Sylar left as soon as they released him, and made it no more than four hours with Maya and Alejandro before another gas station door opened on Milliways. He nearly closes it again; it's catching sight of the grass through the lake door window, the pale tinge of frost he doesn't remember being there four hours ago, that finally coaxes him inside.

Stopping at the bar just long enough to murmur out a request for Earl Grey, Sylar takes his mug to the nearest open booth and settles in.

Every now and then, his fingers skate over his throat: no longer visibly bruised, but faintly aching nonetheless.