Within seconds, five orderlies lead by a single nurse burst through the single door leading into the room (that was there before, wasn't it? With its discolored paint and squeaking hinges?).

The orderlies are on the fighting pair in a flash, and the nurse is pulling Peter out of the fray and out the door. Sylar is now being held down by four large men with another keeping his head still.

The nurse returns, still pretty and neat with a bright smile. She kneels down next to Sylar's head and takes out a small flashlight. "Gabriel? Do you understand me, Gabriel?" She forces Sylar's eyes open one at a time and flashes her light to check his pupils.