"Sylar." The single word is tasted as she speaks it; savored, even, and then she smiles. "If you get the chance, you should really tell Frank that you met Lucy Butler. I think you'd find he'd be very interested."

"But in the meantime-- do you want to interfere?"

She lowers her voice, confiding,

"I hope not, because I'd much rather have help instead. Especially from someone like you."